In a parallel universe of monochrome, he sits on marine drive looking at the enormous waves crashing to the tetra-pods and smoke curls escaping his parted lips.
It was raining.
Smoke winds through the raindrops, dispersing into mist.
He kept looking ahead.
And then he bends down and puts his black fountain pen to white paper kept in his lap. Covering it with his own head to save it from the rain.
Stringing lines together like beads, thoughts flow in black inky veins from head to hand to black pen to black ink on white paper.Shapes curling out to fill a page,mind, soul and memories laid bare on paper.
He picks up the sheet and watches as raindrops distorts memories, never to be like before, as this all changes to something nobody can recognize.
He looks at the paper until the picture on the paper changes to something even he cant recognize.
He brings the cigarette to his lips and leans back and lets the smoke curl away into the rain.
It was raining.
Smoke winds through the raindrops, dispersing into mist.
He kept looking ahead.
And then he bends down and puts his black fountain pen to white paper kept in his lap. Covering it with his own head to save it from the rain.
Stringing lines together like beads, thoughts flow in black inky veins from head to hand to black pen to black ink on white paper.Shapes curling out to fill a page,mind, soul and memories laid bare on paper.
He picks up the sheet and watches as raindrops distorts memories, never to be like before, as this all changes to something nobody can recognize.
He looks at the paper until the picture on the paper changes to something even he cant recognize.
He brings the cigarette to his lips and leans back and lets the smoke curl away into the rain.
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