Tuesday, October 07, 2003


Along busy streets I roamed, hypnotized by the droning sounds that envelopes thy senses. Blinding lights and deafening cries that continuously feeds off and from another. Trailers of incoherent laughter scours the irritable ear. Choking from cigarette smoke of a teenage summit, I move deeper against the faceless crowd. Time to time an errant stare comes my way, though lost in ignorance, I grinned inwardly; youth!
"People are strange when you're a stranger. Faces look ugly when you're alone."
Stranger still that amongst the ruckus there be an existing silence. Ah...just another evening at the street of a senseless tour! For nothing can be gained if one does not move in the crowd...