Leaves crunched under my feet as I
trod on, no one would hear the plea of the silent. People passed by, their
faces a blur in the dusk, rather were they black hooded creatures and souls of
aghast emptiness... Yet busy, rather
preoccupied, their shadows chased them along this race called life. The heat
rose from the crevices on the road, like dark pain from scars, too deep to
fathom.
No one complained. Trees swayed in
the wind, embers of the sun extinguished in the heart of the ocean, a faint
moon shown from amidst the clouds, cars screeched and honked and moved on,
street lamps faintly glowed from the shades of motionless dust... No one
complained. It did not matter that you were lost or if you didn't feel anything,
for you had to imbibe the spirit of hollowness soon.
Lulled in a constant state of
enchantment, they moved on, the crowd of hollow men in a world they called
paradise. Ignorance practiced for a daily routine, stable yet, busy and
engulfed in work life, bleak and desolate.
The wind blew along small bits of
paper and fallen leaves at its mercy, luring them into vivid circles, thrashing
them against walls or lifting them up and letting go. Little drops fell from
the sky, shy like someone who has long forgotten to cry. The hooded creatures
quickened their steps, the gravel rising from beneath their feet as they ran. Rain
was a welcomed relief.
Large drops pelted upon the pain
that always rose around me. It's embers caught in an ambush. Like the leaves
that now spoke against the wind and refused to budge. Memories, I gripped them
tight in this labyrinth. They let the shadows feel lighter, the scars fainter
yet the darkness grew deeper.
Everything seemed perfect, as long
shadows loomed in life's limelight, the
crevices in the road filled with the blackness of the night... The city
hungered for life and yet lifelessness would suffice, for the souls, lost in
this morbid paradise...
