UNKNOWN

The characters depicted in this piece are not real, but merely an illusion unto itself,
but what is real you’ll never know, because you forgot to open your eyes......

         A man is walking down on an avenue of memories, snow is falling , it gets colder by the second, he gets weaker by the moment. The memories blind him. The scarf and hat don’t keep him warm because they’re not there. His eyes are smiling, because everybody
else’s is frowning with pity, disappointment, and disapproval. He was going to aboard the train to nowhere, because at least there, human existence is rare, he can be alone to immerse in his own sorrows, to weep the tears yet to come. The child he once held lies deep beneath the earth, along with the one he vowed “ till death”. But, would he know that death came and left him behind?
         He is at the stop, do you see him? He’s the one you ignore every day, coming to and forth from your Mercedes, not that there is nothing wrong in it, but when he smiles at you, you rolling up your window. Even strangers shut him down, leaving him, but a dark-stained window.  His tears start to fall early, but with happiness because he can hear it....
Its in the distance now..but vaguely coming closer and closer.....
         “ Every  moment, every step.....I’m here, I will catch you.
Before, he was he...he had the light...then he was always unknown...wondering endlessly, to avoid the lesser part of him, to avoid the life he once knew. Now, he is unknown, to you, me
and himself. The voices are closer than life.
        “ Fall on me, I’ll carry you, I call you , you are my child...”
Now the last thing, he saw...is you...the one who shut him down
      “ Every  moment, every step.....I’m here, I will catch you.