It wasn’t the yellow shade of the light that passes through the gaps of the veins above these trees. Or the harmony of the bird sounds, gush of the wind and trembling beat of my heart.
Sometimes, our instinct always tells us what will happen during a certain day. It might be happy or bad depending on how heavy our heart felt like. And right now, as I stare at the air as it succumbs to the day, a hollow space made its existence know to me.
After our talk, Atlas is nowhere to be found. Lola told me that he might gone to somewhere and that I shouldn’t worry for he knows what he’s doing. It didn’t bother me, for I know that Atlas can protect itself. It’s just this kind of feeling inside of me that makes me nervous as if its telling me that something is going to happen today.