Smoky Maroon Mist

This city feels beautifully weird, it thought, as it went by strolling past the railroad.. Thinking about a time not so long ago when it stepped on slippery sugar coated flowers, thinking, or rather feeling as if walking on dying embers…

And it narrates, another tale from its rustic consciousness...

 

"Maybe this does feel weird, this city… And maybe I was looking for someone new to emerge from this heap, from this beautifully mechanical crowd..

Maybe I was looking for someone to give my time to…

To try to open my stories in front of.. To, maybe just be with.. To sort of rescue me from this mess, this ruthless yet futile ocean, grand in its own pleasant way..

Maybe how, I just wanted to be with you… to talk to you about my tales.. To show you how I think.. Maybe to let you glance into how I feel.. Maybe to tell you how its all a little fresh to me, yet seems so known.. How people finish meagre things like finishing a wholesome meal or spending time with ones' dear ones or with oneself without doing nothing really, is just a task to be finished before the train chugs out of the platform..

Maybe tell you how I felt so beautifully weird being here.. Maybe I was looking for you these last couple of months, maybe I was feeling alone, which did give me a pleasant vibe, maybe talk to you about how I was wandering around trying to understand this social fabric, these newly constructed moral dilemmas of mine and all of the other nonsensensical things that swim around in my mind, who or what really makes sense anyway..

To maybe try to discover us, together..

To maybe try to understand the desolation in the bustle that's everywhere around us .

But somewhere, maybe I was looking for someone to talk to.. And maybe, show myself to...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But, Maybe…these thoughts remain unknown to you and maybe you wouldn't even know…

Maybe I thought this way…at this beautifully weird time…

Shaken from the whiffs of its dream, it cycled away.. Experiencing things, things beyond comprehension...

cycling away into oblivion, click clack, went the wheels…

Stopped at a distant sphere only to be met with a whirlwind of dreams and soothingly bleak riches…

It ride on towards oblivion, just after it sneered and chuckled at itself… the jester sneered and chuckled at itself..click clack, kicked the pedals,  with wind swooshing behind em'.. Click clack, rode forth the jester.. Drifting on towards blissful oblivion…