28th april

It will always be the new visual frames, the scattered clouds, those street signs.
That stranger whom we listened to.
 the unknown road that we came out onto.
 to taste the sweet food
 that unexpected marble box with pink petals
 the smell of incense filled wood
 the marvel of a look, a glance and some restrained half smiles

But when the chaos jerked to a halt. I felt listless.
I craved for the motion, for the chaos, again and again and again.

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