From the peripheral vision I saw it all pass.
The trees, the rubble, the high structures, the calm.
The breeze gushed on this uncertain temperament.
A dream that the dream-catcher wouldn’t knit, I lived such.
In the leather case, bill stapled with memories.
A paper-cut that didn’t hurt on the outside.
Numbers on the paper, they did value.
Heaved a sigh.
A funeral was it?
But I was a brand new person.
am I not?
One twenty four kilometers ahead.
Submerged in the colours that life could offer.
Depths of realism is more than that of these hues.
I didn’t recognise anything anymore.