© 2009 Hachiko Yukimora
By and by, this scene drowsy. Dark and muggy, we see no human. Timeless hours pass by and by. Nothing has changed till one day, it lies. On a corporate plane, a city lives. Numerous shouts: a train is coming! Underground, it is, passengers scatter down those lofty steps, disappearing into tunnels of screeching cries of good-byes. Good-bye, good-bye, the hailing cries sing. A train is stopping, the doors flinging. An then there was nothing. This metro, you speak of. Where is it? I hear words, I feel the unforgiving breeze, but where… Oh where is it?! Drifting through time, feeling nudges, touches, figures passing by. Where am I, and who are these people, cloaked in black, menacing stares and glares. Lost. Confused. Lost, never to be found. I stood, by and by, watching as the lights flicker. Flickering and whickering at the approaching train. Off and on, one by one. Eerily like no other. This isn’t right, this night, I ponder, even the arch is awkward. And with my screaming terror, all the faces look on over. With a blink, it was graciously over.
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