Out of town
When the night falls, and the hour hand strikes 12, the pace, the souls have come to a standstill. Eriee-ness and tranquility enugulfed the whole of the concrete jungle, save for the ocassional noises made by the nocturnal insomniacs and the grinding of tyres on the tarmac punctuating the air of silence. The 7-11 store across the corner of the street stays open; the ringing of cash registers too punctuating the cold and silent world behind glass doors. Street after street the whole town is bathed in a myriad of street lamp into orangey, and where the light can’t penetrate, shadows will take its place.
While the party animals partied the night away till wee hours of the day to tomorrow, the lonely heart clubs members seek solace and comfort in each other. There are many lost souls, so encapsulated in their own boxes, within the trappings of their own imprisonment. 65 shots in all to capture everything about the monochromic world of night. The finger landed on the shutter button in a smooth-like and calculated manner. No too eager, not too slow but just the right moment when the mind tells the eye to see. Seconds are light minutes long and the moments must not be missed. No just one shot, do not miss the chance to blow. The next opportunity may not come quickly enough or ever.
Sometimes I wish that the beer in the glass contains chill pills. To chill is not just so literal, its a temporary measure to numb one from his/her own troubles. Not a permanent one, and never will it be cos at the end of the day we need to stareback at reality, finishing the unfinished.
One soul was peddling furiously on the pedal, punishing the legs which were crying out for a break. It is not to whip the body into shape, its more than just that. To numb the mind, to take the troubles and lock them up temporarily in a vault, at the same time attaching a timing mechansim device to it.
Life indeed is poignant with memories. However we should not let ourselves dream till we forget to live.(Quoted).
