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Monday, September 05, 2005

just once

 

during mundane journeys, the fact that this country has the most pillowed sky ever seen makes the walls close in, in a disturbingly comforting way. that was when reality began to irritate. the heat of anger caused the sky to suddenly boil. the bubbles must have splashed some acidic cloud moisture onto the roof because there is no roof. it did no good to my mounting excitement. it stirred the sky like a cauldron. all the clouds started spiralling down in groans of thunder and tempers of rain to form a white funnel; a tornado as it ravages the warehouses below, leaving the sky empty, blue, serene.

 

no more pillows i thought happily. i ignored the stares of fellow passengers as they squinted to discern the sudden glow in my eyes and the eerie smile i wore as i pictured all of them being carried away either screaming or laughing by the lightning clad tornado while i sit on the flapping remains of a white train. the cloud-funnel came for me but i was not scared.

 

i did not mind dying then just so i could see the sky that way just once more. empty, blue, serene.

Posted by NHJ 9/05/2005 10:32:00 am