Another verse: A giant ball of fire hurling itself towards me. Spitting its rays like a million pieces of shattered radiation into the surrounding sea of dust particles. Edging closer to me with every passing second. The contrast of the bright blue sky with the flaming fireball chokes my senses and hypnotizes me by its elegance. I stand still as the fireball lashes its final fury at my paralysed state of being. As soon as I feel its going to hit me I shout out into the clammy surroundings, Goodbye Blue Sky!. I fall slowly as if a movie is being played where someone has hit the slow button. A soft cushion-like substance meets my flesh. I lie there for minutes. Maybe hours. When I wake up I find a weird metamorphosis in the surroundings. I absorb consolation from the belief that Im not the only one that the fireball has ravaged to the brink of death. I look out of the window to find that darkness has descended upon the city and the streetlamps pouring their lights on the passerbys and vehicles passing below. The brick-structures have lit their respective lights to replace the absence of the light that had illuminated the world sometime ago. I heave a sigh of relief and head to the kitchen to make myself some tea.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 12:39:56 +0000
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