I m not me tonight.

A lonely path, A distant figure, clouds of dust.

One night, he had no idea what he was doing, where was he going, what was he thinking. He knew his feet are taking him somewhere, but he did not know where he should be heading or to who he should be heading.
It stated to rain. The rain drops were enveloping his body, which proved to be perfect shelter for him, his mind was racing back to the things he did not understand no longer, he felt everything around him had been flattened into a neat illustration. A machine drawing with an instruction manual that told him what to do. His mind, desperately craving some kind of mooring, clung to details. It labeled each thing it encountered.
Road - He thought as he was walking on the Road.
Road.
Stones.
Sky.
Rain.
The rain on his skin was warm. The laterite rock under his feet jagged. He started noticing everything now. Each leaf. Each tree. Each cloud in the starless sky. Each step he took.
He began to count. Something. Anything.One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven twenty-eight twenty-nine.
The machine drawing began to blur. The clear lines to smudge. The instructions no longer made sense. The road rose to meet him and the darkness grew dense. Glutinous. Pushing through it became an effort. Like swimming underwater.

He had no-one to go to today. It was too late. At least for today.

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I've been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines
Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds
I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind
Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind
This time
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