the Way We Perceive, Hear, and Imagine the Flutter Of a Heart Beat, Which In Its Own Right Should Prove that All is Not Sound with My Mind When the Words that I Should Say Crumble into 3 Stupid, Small, and Callous Words, Which I Must Mention – is the Truth, My Truth and Our Truth.
Enter.
It takes me a while to remember. This is different.
I am seeing colours, a mist of whirling rainbows entwined in a luminous and magnificent spectrum. Your pink hand falls in line with the rainbow as I flip my shutter carefully, caressing the delicate situation. The backdrop – a sky, that is forever ingrained with the faintest hint of blue, on a patched ceiling of white clouds – is not entirely visible at first glance, due to the glory of the rainbow, but is certainly present. I abide on the ground, on the gravel, where I turn my head towards the direction of the breeze, into eyes of sparkling brown.
My face breeds contempt. I ruin the moment with a crooked grin, a crooked thought - A silly recollection of silly actions. I smile again.
The World is not perfect.
It destroys the beauty of the Sun with its urban landscapes and various technological advances. The latest disruption to my precious amount of ray is a grey bench hooded by a grey roof. There are no doors to this wall-less device. We talked under the cover of the bus-stop. It seems almost like October, except the breeze has stopped and it is now humid.
Sweat.
And it finally arrives. Our number.
