A beautiful autumn evening. The last stroke of the sunset writes its shyness on the window and the night slowly creeps in, staring at me, telling me everything by saying nothing. Steph says that autumn awakens unspoken words. I'd rather keep the unspoken words unspoken, or spoken not by words. I am kind of afraid of words, so fragile, so vulnerable, meant only for the moment, like the petals of the flower, easily to be blown away.
" Care for more wine?" The attendant on the train wears a big smile. " Yes please." The wine, another source to make the reality vague. Reality, is supposed to be realistic, isn't it? It covers all the tangible touchable stuff like money, social status, house, cars, convenience, stability, habits...it dwarfs love, passion, spiritual state of mind, art, romance, exploration, creation,connection, feelings, emotions...As the one who always prefers the latter, I am constantly awarded with that" hopelessly romantic unrealistic idiot" crown.
A piece of music croons around my ear, I smile. Elvis. Again. Reminds me of a CD that is unanimously agreed to be toasted.
The train arrives. I say good-bye to my neighbor with whom I have shared the casual dinner time and some easy pleasant conversations. No exchange of names or coordinates, just a smile which seems only appropriate.
Tomorrow the train will take me back to the cruel but real reality. See ya.
