Drafts of The Girl #4 - The epic conundrum

Day 4: Wednesday, 13.52 p.m. 

I firmly believed I was the only person on this earthy realm who deciphered even the trivial fragments of myself.

Sadly, no. I still can't fathom what my purpose is. 

I am so old, yet I don't understand the simplest of things about myself. 

I realized this with fierce intensity during my last train journey. I went to speak to a special person who resides in the clouds above the turquoise ocean. For whom I will face hell again and again to be with one more moment, hear his voice one more second, and ask sorry one more time. 

The not-so-rhythmic noises of train wheels, the snoring sounds of the middle-aged man, and the ear-piercing cry of the little child all scratched my brain like sharp needles. I was very close to getting down at a random station to escape this nightmare. It was one of the most distressing eight long hours of my life. 

When I finally got down from the train, a small teardrop escaped my crimson eyes at the relief of silence. I stood there, taking in the blue sky and the faint smell of coffee. 

I believed that I despised staying in obtusely bright environments. But that night I realized I loathed loud and disturbing noises more than sharp lights. 

On the following days, I discovered I can go 5 consecutive nights without sleep, walk 20 km in a day, music soothes my soul, science bores me, and I enjoy hazelnut cappuccino. 

Life is complex yet simple. 

and 

I am the mystery I must solve to understand it.