On some days, you would want to escape to a land where there is not a single known face. And in such a land, what would you choose to do?
In such a land, I would chose to wander aimlessly. Yes, every face have a story and a lifetime to express, but let's reserve it for some other walks. In these steps, I would want to listen to my story. It has been a while since I last talked to me about my moods and feelings. Things have changed since I last discovered myself, good and bad things have happened.
I would choose to smile at the rising Sun and cry with the breaking of dusk. On some nights, I would run to follow the moon, some days I'll sloth. Some days, I may make a fire for me, some days I would prefer the sleeping bag for its coziness. I would remain mum for days at length and gaze at the blue waters for as long as I would wish. No timelines. No formal smiles and hellos.
In all those spaces which I wander with the known, my thoughts wonder if I could find such an escape land.
And then I would see the prayer flags, fluttering to different heights, carrying the lores of all the pairs which pass through them. They don't know the distinguishment between a black or a brown, crippled or runner. They only know one language. The language of wishes made by the yearning hearts, which gaze at them with all the expectations they have bought from back home, and tie it with the waving flag, with a hope that their wishes will be carried far across, to some distant land, where someone who has the power to fulfill them would listen.
Seeing the prayer flags, I am teleport-ed to my escape land. It doesn't matter who is around. The surroundings get blurred, and I am me with my prayer flags. I keep gazing at them. Somehow the beauty is so alluring, that I even forget that I have to make a wish, tie my knot too to be carried. I keep gazing until someone pulls me back and reminds me that there is a motel to return to.