One Sore Moment under a Sodium Vapor LampA Chapter by jonahRight now, the last bar on the untold
side of the equator is closing, out of the hunt. The height of the shadows and everything else seems fine. Just fine.
It doesn’t matter if there’s really a
garden behind those locked gates. It’s never mentioned. Then, there is a trash can, the most
undisturbed trash can, lighter than yellow, this crazy yellow that prevents the city
from becoming whole.
So, your ride ends here. Your mere wheels are attached to the dream car you eventually bought on that month after the genteel months of seriousness and no talking. Difficult yet amazing that you still
consider it a secret; You’ve become it, the secret of a summer house that looms from under
the high concentration of bewildered milieu and masses of
irrelevant cubes and blocks like a waning whale that quivers under the asphalt’s morose glow.
That’s how you always make it. At least, you knew that there’s nothing new about that
view, that anytime you shrug the tempo of buildings and cranes dissipates before the veteran face of your stupendous languor. © 2015 jonah |
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Added on January 18, 2015 Last Updated on January 18, 2015 AuthorjonahIndonesiaAboutI'm 19 year old christian man who lives in Indonesia. Sometimes i find it difficult for me to explain my thoughts and emotions in a solid, organized way. I must admit, that's one weakness of mine that.. more..Writing
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