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What kind of song do you like?

What kind of song do you like?  I like many but the sentimental ones are my favourite.  They always set my reflective mood on.  It gets me thinking, looking at myself, letting go of everything and spiralling down the bottomless emo-well, dwelling there in the unchangeable past to my heart’s content or fantasising endless future’s possibilities.  It was always reality that called me back to the world that present is everything.

The moon was shining brightly.  I was sitting in the U-bahn line One when I noticed it.  It was not yet a full moon but a Waxing Gibbon – a 96% illuminated moon.  I did not know moon phasing has such interesting name, but then again there are a lot of things I don’t know and won’t know in the world.  I looked at the moon and felt something turning inside me.  Next stop was approaching.  I had a choice: to go home or to go to a friend’s place to hang out.

One of my favourite song began to play.  It is about a lover dwelling upon the uncertainty of up-coming romance; the prospect of pain and  the temptation of the liaison.  It is one of the Thai classic numbers, re-covered by a renowned Indy-band.  I looked up at the sky and the moon was looking right at me.  I was alone again and the loneliness didn’t go away.  The solitude was not depressing, though.  I knew it was a temporary phase that will pass.  However, heart is a mystical entity – if there is a hole in it, it can never be filled with anything or by anyone, apart from itself.

“Nächste Halt….”  The doors of the U-Bahn opened, people walked out – in, and it closed.  It moved on to the next stop – and repeated again.  ‘Is it foolish to wish for someone that would join us on a life long journey?  Perhaps we could share parts and never the whole of of our lives with anyone?  They board, stay and leave for their destination, taking away bits of impression they think are us.’  I wondered while was looking at the people on the platform.  The U-bahn started moving away first slowly and then faster: faces in the distance became unclear.  It further accelerated and the faces loses their definitions, became blur figures; unrecognisable.  Then the darkness came and overcome everything.

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