SOFIA IHSAN | CREATIVES
It came to me in waves;
the unwinded vacations,
yawns and packets of chips
and chocolates littered across the couches.
The insides of my ears ached and I removed the plug-in
The whirring of the plane engine sounded opposite to the
faint melody coming out of my earphones, loud and
I plugged them back in.
I closed my eyes.
The high notes stung my ears and like the
sharp joys of summer 10’s karaoke, I felt
my heart beating a little faster.
the plane ascending into the air,
my heart pulsing,
and my suppressed tears no longer contained.
I covered my mouth.
The sinking melody,
the instrumental bridge and my own whimpering —
the monsoon melancholy felt like a happier time.
The poignant instrumental descended into gentle,
soothing lyrics that felt both like the winter sun and the
north wind chills.
My whimpering had stopped.
Hopelessness lingered in the atmosphere.
The sweet melody somehow felt bitter.
I wiped my tears and opened my eyes, staring at the
buildings that turned into dots as the plane ascended
The end chorus finished and yet kept ringing in my
ears; “No need to say goodbye…”