I stand on the balcony. Whisky in hand I contemplate which type of bread is my favorite. While I take another sip on the malty, punchy, smoky syrup something hits my eyes. A green light, far away in the distance. It is blinking. Is this the green light I was waiting for? I take a step closer, I am touching the railing. The more I concentrate on the light, the fewer things I see in my periphery.
I get closer, I feel it shining straight into my iris. The green light feels chilling, giving me goosebumps and travelling down my back. I take another sip as I inch closer. Without thinking about it, I lift my leg up, resting my knee on the metal bars that surround my balcony. The light keeps blinking faster.
My heart starts beating faster as I move further away from the safe ground of the balcony. I am climbing over the bars, whisky in hand. The green light now blinks like a stroboscope. I am trembling over its power. I start to shake. Like a powerful bass every hair on my body feels the tension in the air. My thoughts disappear into the void of the green light. I am ready to let go.
The whisky glass breaks. It fell from the balcony and smashed onto the ground below. The green light, it shines red. A permanent, steady and glowing red. I shake my head. I am hanging from the balcony. Ridiculed it leaves me, the green light. Tantalised I am hanging around.
Will I ever learn?
Probably not.