it's a long walk
down the rocky pavement,
I stumble by
the city hall
the little shops
among
the little cement towns;
reminiscent of the childhood
the fragrance of boyhood.
when nothing was complicated
and world was still a wonder,
curiosity-
my second name;
when the air
wasn't this fatal
with the venomous
intentions and scorns;
it was better black and white
than these colours
that severe the chords.
so many colours.
too many colours.
it's hard to keep track;
golden halos
black hearts
I've perceived
on the same man-
looking through different eyes
I feel the fear,
shouldn't I?
but they don't seem fazed.
is it normal now?
seems so.
it's a different world
a flipside,
and I'm too tired
to understand
these new games
they sell for free;
they're popular
I've heard
so popular-
everyone in it to play;
sort of like a ball pit
except,
you play with stones-
hit it on other candidates;
really stupid
if you ask me.
these little book shops
have faded away
smells bottled up-
in microchips
and memory disks;
even that smell
feels rough,
somewhat artificial.
a/n: how are you this day sunshines? Xx
