'Pages Of A Memoria'

Facing the button panel, the door closed. The numbers on the buttons for the fifth and seventh floor were scratched out; most likely an indication that the elevator does not extend its service to the said levels. The button for the third floor is lost within the panel - either from the doing of an utter twit who was selfishly aiming to maintain the elevator at the said floor but was oblivious to the consequences of the attempt; or from a very strong but clumsy individual. I wondered what it would take to get it repaired. It's been in this condition for the past few weeks.

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Dead leaves rustled past.

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Somewhere in between everything, I was standing; or sitting - I cannot remember exactly. It was everything I couldn't leave behind, and yet ironically - it had no function, and only served as an anchor; a deadweight - it kept me in the storms; it kept me lost at sea. I was in a place of my own choosing; and for a while it was.

I was just awaiting for a beacon light to let go...

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I rode myself into a tree. It would probably be the funniest thing that anyone would see, me: as a kid, on a bicycle with trainer wheels riding zealously towards a certain accident - I would have enough logic, I believe: to stop, and yet - I rode on.

Besides recalling this and laughing; I learned something.

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It was day after Christmas and I was on the way home. The roads and the familiar structures had a special light to them; the images were brighter, the air was lighter; and along those lines: another aspect (which is now lost to me), was perceived as 'crisp'.

It seemed that everything was quieter after Christmas - even a few friends had already left to resume their life of routines and jobs elsewhere. I felt like the world was rotating a few times slower and then, I resorted to sleep: my usual makeshift time machine for escapes.

It was a day too solemn. But I didn't know what it represented then, three hundred over kilometres away...

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There were explosions in the sky. It was brilliantly displayed: the colors, their progression and arrangements. I was smiling as my eyes held them at their peak moments; but their details were lost minutes after.

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