Heading towards another road, I stop by to see what looks like a colour that I had kept away for a while now. It says grey with mild shades of blue. There’s music that’s singing its way through the glazing breeze that’s blowing over these sprawling fields of grey and blue..
The breeze is a glistening white, like it’s been flapped over the lawn just now, before I stopped by. There’s dew, on something that looks like a giant leaf.. velvety in texture, soothing green to stay in rhythm with the grey-blue. The dew has a slight shimmer on its corner. As I move my eyes over it, the shimmer moves on the surface.. away from me every time.. like I’m chasing it or something.. I smile and walk away.
*How *
I had kept it away for a while. This was a calling back to a place I never thought I’d be part of. Grey and Blue. The colours I had kept at the background of life’s slate. The colours at the foreground are, what everyone call, black and white.
*When *
The breeze came on my face to leave a glow I had never felt before. A whitewash, it left. I walked back with it, willing to tread till where it chose to take me. The music is singing, now, closer to me. I stepped on a pebble that giggled like I tickled it or something..
*What *
I sat on the stone I fell on. The music is still singing; a song that boasts of being able to make my existence, here, surreal. The stone did not hurt. The breeze danced to the song..
*Why *
Black and white speak of the old. I walk back to the leaf. I felt it. It smells nice, of something that promises to touch the soul and stay.. Grey and blue are here to stay. They speak of my future. This place. This time. Of nothingness. Of intrigue. Of pride. Of surreal existence. Of something I want anyway.
*Where *
.. Yea, it’s 8.00am. Lecture in half an hour. A new day has come..
The breeze is a glistening white, like it’s been flapped over the lawn just now, before I stopped by. There’s dew, on something that looks like a giant leaf.. velvety in texture, soothing green to stay in rhythm with the grey-blue. The dew has a slight shimmer on its corner. As I move my eyes over it, the shimmer moves on the surface.. away from me every time.. like I’m chasing it or something.. I smile and walk away.
*How *
I had kept it away for a while. This was a calling back to a place I never thought I’d be part of. Grey and Blue. The colours I had kept at the background of life’s slate. The colours at the foreground are, what everyone call, black and white.
*When *
The breeze came on my face to leave a glow I had never felt before. A whitewash, it left. I walked back with it, willing to tread till where it chose to take me. The music is singing, now, closer to me. I stepped on a pebble that giggled like I tickled it or something..
*What *
I sat on the stone I fell on. The music is still singing; a song that boasts of being able to make my existence, here, surreal. The stone did not hurt. The breeze danced to the song..
*Why *
Black and white speak of the old. I walk back to the leaf. I felt it. It smells nice, of something that promises to touch the soul and stay.. Grey and blue are here to stay. They speak of my future. This place. This time. Of nothingness. Of intrigue. Of pride. Of surreal existence. Of something I want anyway.
*Where *
.. Yea, it’s 8.00am. Lecture in half an hour. A new day has come..
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