I am sprinting. The skies are auburn brown and the twilight has seeped in. There is no human or living being present around. The undulating colours of Nature does not appear to be in its full regalia. There is no cliches, just confusion. I look at myself. I am wearing a simple white tee coupled with shorts and fashionable trainers. My hairstyle is Afrikaans and there seems to be no scent coming out of me. The oscillating law of encountering with something familiar is long past gone. The world seems to be hazed and I am just successful in catching glimpses of flickering colours of Nature with an occasional brightened clear image of the picturesque panorama. I can see a poor and neglected waterfall in the distance. They appear like sparkly diamonds. The sheer gelatin is a welcoming sight to the crude illustration I have been having. They pave the way for the smoothness in the air which is subdued with cruelty and perplexing outlandishness. The air is swaying thick wafts of mist every now and then. Environment is no longer green but coarse black and filled with chemicals. The road is however exceptionally developed and lead to nothingness. It is pitch straight and it is enhanced complete with street lights every kilometer. The road looks intimidating for it is long and there seems to be no swaying backwards as the route is equally long. Where am I? I wonder and for a split second get flummoxed. For a second I feel alien. The view around me continue to be blurred and swaying colours in a shimmering process. It disturbs my eye. I wish to halt for a second and experience the confusion but my mind propels me to disembark this exalted environment. There is horror as well as inquisitiveness in reference to the enclaved compass around. There is a scope of mystery and looped beauty hidden behind my exhilaration.
I prod further.
My velocity is neither slow nor fast. It does not encourage any caressing. I look for the destination but alas I am not able to witness one. I feel miserable and out of context for a while but slowly its magnitude deepens and I discover myself being weak. I conclude the omen has slyly pushed me out of shape. With new self developed encouragement I leap forwards with alarming speed. I am jostled with surprise to my own adrenaline gushing and laugh at myself. The laughter vibrates in resonance around and it echoes in fits of intervals. I gesture at my own scale and determine it to be fairly strong and uplifting. The land on the sides of road which was barren now appears to be sprouting with bouts of life. There in the distance I see a bed made out of rhinestones and crystals. A weird form of human seems to be thrusting to and fro uncomfortably and looks to have four hands and legs. I run a bit faster and on closer inception realize a couple mating. They seem to be in their element without caring for the world. The world looks beautiful now but it does not bother them. They continue their hardcore act without any inclination of change. I try to wave at them but they turn a blind's eye. I continue my journey. On the other side of the road I see a woman staring at me. She looks medieval but is full clothed to the brim. Her appearance screams attention, richness and popularity. She stares at me. It is hard and speaks of an aura of herself. Is it pride or selfishness? I do not know. She holds a mirror and yearns forward for me to have a look at it. She dares not prod in the silver lining of road for she is content in the position she is in. On being close, she places the mirror at my face dimensional length and I have a look at it. There appears an innocent sight of me waving. He is happy and looks dumb. I get teleported to memories immediately and they bring a smile and sadness on my face. They speak the truth and it does not hold any kind of plasticity. I mumble something in despair and the mirror vanishes and so does the petite woman.
I prod further.
With reduced speed, I continue my journey. My destination seems still far away. A group of avant-garde french cyclists brush past me. They are focused and ooze determination and hope. Is this a message from the divine energy? I do not know for I conclude I am fake. They look tired yet active. There is no air of selfishness exhaling out of them. I continue my path.
There in the distance I see a human. I cannot conclude the gender though it is naked for it has both the bosom of a woman as well as a phallus of a man. It seems to be whispering my name and mumbling words of encouragement. I try to gaze at its face but since the world is blurred, so does it's face. I cannot determine the skin for it changes from fair to tan every split second. The skin is young and old however familiar. It eliminates a sense of positive vibes in spite of its disheveled body and ugliness. My thoughts speak in unison to it's call and it springs to life and tried to fly towards me. My speed almost comes to a disillusioned halt when it transpires through me and flies to the other side of me. I cannot see it now and I wail in helplessness. My wail is reduced to a hushed tone. I prod further. I am in a dilemma now and my bones begin to betray me. They warn me of divulged break. I hear the restrains and try to fight back. My blood seems to be my only friend. It understands me and flows in a new rejuvenated spirit. The spirit is undying strong and optimist. I am astounded by my own stamina and give out my loudest laughter ever. It echoes far and wide and instantly the couple, cold woman, cyclists and the figured less body all seems to sweep in alarmingly at supersonic agility. I hear the voice within me. I realize the monsters.
I prod further.
I prod further.
My velocity is neither slow nor fast. It does not encourage any caressing. I look for the destination but alas I am not able to witness one. I feel miserable and out of context for a while but slowly its magnitude deepens and I discover myself being weak. I conclude the omen has slyly pushed me out of shape. With new self developed encouragement I leap forwards with alarming speed. I am jostled with surprise to my own adrenaline gushing and laugh at myself. The laughter vibrates in resonance around and it echoes in fits of intervals. I gesture at my own scale and determine it to be fairly strong and uplifting. The land on the sides of road which was barren now appears to be sprouting with bouts of life. There in the distance I see a bed made out of rhinestones and crystals. A weird form of human seems to be thrusting to and fro uncomfortably and looks to have four hands and legs. I run a bit faster and on closer inception realize a couple mating. They seem to be in their element without caring for the world. The world looks beautiful now but it does not bother them. They continue their hardcore act without any inclination of change. I try to wave at them but they turn a blind's eye. I continue my journey. On the other side of the road I see a woman staring at me. She looks medieval but is full clothed to the brim. Her appearance screams attention, richness and popularity. She stares at me. It is hard and speaks of an aura of herself. Is it pride or selfishness? I do not know. She holds a mirror and yearns forward for me to have a look at it. She dares not prod in the silver lining of road for she is content in the position she is in. On being close, she places the mirror at my face dimensional length and I have a look at it. There appears an innocent sight of me waving. He is happy and looks dumb. I get teleported to memories immediately and they bring a smile and sadness on my face. They speak the truth and it does not hold any kind of plasticity. I mumble something in despair and the mirror vanishes and so does the petite woman.
I prod further.
With reduced speed, I continue my journey. My destination seems still far away. A group of avant-garde french cyclists brush past me. They are focused and ooze determination and hope. Is this a message from the divine energy? I do not know for I conclude I am fake. They look tired yet active. There is no air of selfishness exhaling out of them. I continue my path.
There in the distance I see a human. I cannot conclude the gender though it is naked for it has both the bosom of a woman as well as a phallus of a man. It seems to be whispering my name and mumbling words of encouragement. I try to gaze at its face but since the world is blurred, so does it's face. I cannot determine the skin for it changes from fair to tan every split second. The skin is young and old however familiar. It eliminates a sense of positive vibes in spite of its disheveled body and ugliness. My thoughts speak in unison to it's call and it springs to life and tried to fly towards me. My speed almost comes to a disillusioned halt when it transpires through me and flies to the other side of me. I cannot see it now and I wail in helplessness. My wail is reduced to a hushed tone. I prod further. I am in a dilemma now and my bones begin to betray me. They warn me of divulged break. I hear the restrains and try to fight back. My blood seems to be my only friend. It understands me and flows in a new rejuvenated spirit. The spirit is undying strong and optimist. I am astounded by my own stamina and give out my loudest laughter ever. It echoes far and wide and instantly the couple, cold woman, cyclists and the figured less body all seems to sweep in alarmingly at supersonic agility. I hear the voice within me. I realize the monsters.
I prod further.
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