'The Ephemeral In-betweens'

I watched the outside world change as I travelled along the rails, from station to station. I noticed how three (or was it four?) cables were able to form a wave-like progression, with a random backdrop of blue, white and grey (it has always been; but now: is also new and beautiful): the lines intertwined at various intervals; but they were also distinct at times - it kept my interest in the present; my mind from slipping into the library of obscure histories or the theatre of potential futures.

Sometimes: I regarded the form of transportation to be highly efficient. Always: I was careful to remove my chewing gum before embarking on my rail trips - I only needed to see a fine-sign once for RM500-00 for the habit to bury itself in. I never misplace my ticket. But once, I forgot its form and panicked for thought of losing it.

For five days, I had stayed with a close friend, one whom I have always regarded as a brother whom I've never had. I woke up early to attend his church's Christmas Musical, where he wrote the script and directed - about three hours earlier; but I did not feel the heaviness-of-time throughout - Christmas had kept me in the mood of marking and reading the Nativity Scene in the Bible during the wee hours of the morning; eagerly I was flipping through the pages of the Gospels for the Story. Later then, I was seated to a beautiful musical; afterwhich I believe so much that my brother's talents are God-given and applied - and well he is doing with them. But: What happened to mine?

I was alone for two nights, where the latter was spent watching 'Akira', it was my second watch - I still can't believe it was made in 1988 - I was probably still playing with mud and catching insects in the garden then; I needed a channel to desensitize the boredom - both were, in their fashion; then and now. The air inside was too stagnant; the breeze outside: unmotivating. But still, inside I had stayed.

On the last day, I had nonchalantly disregarded an accident scene involving a motorcyclist, as I was in a hurry to cross the road - there is a group of people who are nearer to him who can aid, I said to myself. Another stray thought said: Don't move him, don't move him! - as if the others would heed it by some chance of telepathy. But all that was swept behind when he picked himself up and staggered into the arms of the passersby. Somewhere I had felt wrong - but it was momentary; and like all moments - it was gone.

I waited. I waited. I waited.

Woven into all of this - was my desire to meet her. And met her I did:
".. two out of five days wasn't so bad. Very good in fact..".

It was.

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