An Aboriginal story is told of a rainbow serpent named Almudj who slept beneath the world with its belly full of animal tribes. The awakening of Almudj created mountains and crevasses and eventually, the vomiting of the living beings inside it, thus creating the world in the process.
I dived into the sea of blankets, splashing every bit of foam on my face. Slowly, the slumber engulfs me in my memories and the blurry play of colors begin.
Everything is deja vu, a pattern severely memorized by my head. The jagged lights that seeped silently and surely past the window blinds, the shadows that danced, the smile, the daze, then the unexpected kiss that will forever light my skies
The drumming continues, and it was my heartbeat, synchronized with yours as we lay chest to chest.
The song reverberates while the scenes galloped on my hindsight. It was the boulevard and it's there where we'll have our first date. Perhaps by a coffee shop, me sipping that favorite cappuccino cup while you munch on Oreos and some strawberries we bought at a grocery store.
I remembered the regrets and our first break-up, of how I ugly-cried in front of my friends, and how I almost danced in jubilation when we kissed to patch things up. The song is a navigation, that always leads me back to how we fell in love, how I lived, died and lived again that April night.