He woke up in the morning.
'Just another day.'
He said to himself.
He looked at the clock, it was 3 in the morning.
He felt suffocated within the closed off room.
He got up and opened his drawer. Lying in there were 3 things, a leaf, a stone and a withered flower.
He wore the coat lying on the couch.
He opened the door. It was a cold morning. His hands suddenly started shaking, cold gust peircing his face. He slowly got out. Closing the door behind him. Entering the darkness in front of him.
He kept on walking in the realm of shadows. The dark of the pre-morning, the dim light of the street lamps, the smug within the atmosphere. All seemed to contrast his coat.
The snow falling from the dark mist above the silenced town.
'there are only 2 instances that silence the world, in both instances the eyes close and the body lays to rest.'
He looked at his palms. It was cold. Very cold.
But for some reason, the cold didn't bother him.
He sat down on the nearby bench, at the bridge that connected the world of MAN, with the world of BEAST.
' This road, I wonder where it leads. ' he muttered to himself.
'why don't you walk on it and see for yourself...', a voice said to the man.
'yeah, I would do that, if only_________!'
'if only...?'
'ah well I don't even remember at this point. '
'well if you don't remember why then why don't you just go and walk on it.'
The man remained silent,
And so did the voice.
After a little while, the man broke the never ending silence.
'So tell me, have you ever fallen in love?'
'love... , I love you. A phrase I've heard so many times. At this point I've lost count.
Humans love confessing their love a lot. They say it in many different ways. Some carve it on the trunk.
Some carve it in the winds.
Some even carve it on their skins.
But never in the endless eternity, I ever realized what it really means. '
' you tell me Man, what is love ? '
The man gazed up. He looked at the dark grey clouds. Then he replied, ' See that blue cloud over there?
That is love. '
' what do you mean by that. I don't see a blue cloud anywhere, they are all black. Blue clouds do not exist'
' yes they don't.'
'Tell me voice, what is time?'
The man asked.
'A never ending river, that drowns all life.'
Answered the voice.
The man got up.
He didn't say a word. He didn't call the voice. He didn't ask it whom it belonged to. Neither did he cared about whether it was alive or dead.
He simply walked away. He kept on walking till he arrived at the station. No one was there.
Not even the guards.
It was still dark. The snow was still falling. The Man sat besides the statue.
It belonged to just another man. One with a higher status than him.
'you again huh.
How are you today?' said the statue.
'same as yesterday, same as the day before that day and that day.'
'how long has it been?'
'longer than I could keep a track of'
'I still remember those days. Back when this station, this town...
When they were so alive,
The people, the bustle, the trains. I would stand here and see everything.'
Spoke the statue. A plethora of emotions bursting out of his voice.
'tell me statue, where does that track lead to.'
'The same question as always. You know the answer I would give, yet you ask it every time,
I don't know where it would lead, but I am certain it's where everyone else went'
The man again said nothing, he simply got up and moved away. The statue went silent. The man kept on walking.
He kept on walking till he was surrounded by graves.
He went ahead and sat down near the closest one.
He didn't say anything. He sat there in silence as the sun rose.
And then, at the breaking dawn. He said with a tear in his eye, 'it's alright, it's just another day.'