Sunday, October 08, 2006
The night when the Moon and Stars went jogging
Again, it's easier to run, replacing the pain with something numb. With the earphones blaring and loud music flooding the ears, the adrenalin that rushed through his veins chilled his pulsating nerves. The blend of emotions that flowed in his blood became diluted as the anaesthetic began to set in. Soon, his neurotransmittors were shut and he could no longer feel his body. He could still move his eyes and he could see that his arms and legs were still moving in a coordinated fashion. His own breathing and heart beat were loud and perfectly audible still as his mind slowly came to a blank.
At 2 am in the early morning, this young man was alone on the streets. Not alone because there wasn't anyone else. In fact, there were people around. A few here and there. Insignificant people. Alien faces. Beings whose existence do not interest and concern him. Nevertheless, he was alone.
Alone because he was seemingly sucked into a vacuum and put into an air tight bubble filled to the brim with nothingness. His senses had been kidnapped and locked out of this paradigm of time. He could only remain as a lonely observer of his surroundings. Observing how his body was running. How every ounce of strength mustered and applied in each muscle. How his feet made contact with his socks, that kissed the insoles of his shoes which were pounding hard against the concrete floor. Alone. Paralysed by his captivity, he could do nothing other than to just enjoy his astral imprisonment.
His body was running on and on. Went past many street lamps and made a few bends. Soon, he was nearing a crowded area. He wondered why it could still be crowded at such an unearthly hour. He could not figure it out and was irritataed. Irritated because it would mean that he had to stop. Meaning that the momentum would have to be broken. The chemical reactions within his body would be disrupted. Worst of all, he would have to force himself to be in control of his body again.
He exited from his numbness and regained his body. The cacophony of loud chatter and mindless conversations invaded his ears at once. The stale air disturbed his nostrils. He could feel the remnants of dried perspiration causing discomfort to his skin as fresh beads of perspiration started to coalesce at various spots on his body. He could feel a blanket of heat wrapped around his body, with fatigue accumulating beneath his skin. Well, he became in control again. And he loathed it.
Because he was still alone. Alone in the sea of people. He could see faces everywhere around him in that stretch. None were recognisable. He turned his head left, then he looked right. All of them looked so strange to him. A little irritation and some bits of despair started to pile up. He suddenly shouted at the top of his voice. The loud yell focussed everyone's attention on him. 'They can hear me!' he thought to himself. So he yelled again. This time louder and longer. The people resumed their activities, back to their own businesses. He was wrong. They could not hear him. No one did.
In a fit of anger, he gathered his strength again and sprinted away. He continued and ran non-stop tll he reached his original starting point. Breathless, he lay on the ground, facing the sky.
The sky was blank. No moon, no stars. A few clouds occasionally drifted by, after which it became a blank expanse of darkness again. Where are the stars? Where is the moon?
Perhaps they had put on their earphones and gone jogging.
At 2 am in the early morning, this young man was alone on the streets. Not alone because there wasn't anyone else. In fact, there were people around. A few here and there. Insignificant people. Alien faces. Beings whose existence do not interest and concern him. Nevertheless, he was alone.
Alone because he was seemingly sucked into a vacuum and put into an air tight bubble filled to the brim with nothingness. His senses had been kidnapped and locked out of this paradigm of time. He could only remain as a lonely observer of his surroundings. Observing how his body was running. How every ounce of strength mustered and applied in each muscle. How his feet made contact with his socks, that kissed the insoles of his shoes which were pounding hard against the concrete floor. Alone. Paralysed by his captivity, he could do nothing other than to just enjoy his astral imprisonment.
His body was running on and on. Went past many street lamps and made a few bends. Soon, he was nearing a crowded area. He wondered why it could still be crowded at such an unearthly hour. He could not figure it out and was irritataed. Irritated because it would mean that he had to stop. Meaning that the momentum would have to be broken. The chemical reactions within his body would be disrupted. Worst of all, he would have to force himself to be in control of his body again.
He exited from his numbness and regained his body. The cacophony of loud chatter and mindless conversations invaded his ears at once. The stale air disturbed his nostrils. He could feel the remnants of dried perspiration causing discomfort to his skin as fresh beads of perspiration started to coalesce at various spots on his body. He could feel a blanket of heat wrapped around his body, with fatigue accumulating beneath his skin. Well, he became in control again. And he loathed it.
Because he was still alone. Alone in the sea of people. He could see faces everywhere around him in that stretch. None were recognisable. He turned his head left, then he looked right. All of them looked so strange to him. A little irritation and some bits of despair started to pile up. He suddenly shouted at the top of his voice. The loud yell focussed everyone's attention on him. 'They can hear me!' he thought to himself. So he yelled again. This time louder and longer. The people resumed their activities, back to their own businesses. He was wrong. They could not hear him. No one did.
In a fit of anger, he gathered his strength again and sprinted away. He continued and ran non-stop tll he reached his original starting point. Breathless, he lay on the ground, facing the sky.
The sky was blank. No moon, no stars. A few clouds occasionally drifted by, after which it became a blank expanse of darkness again. Where are the stars? Where is the moon?
Perhaps they had put on their earphones and gone jogging.
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