A BREATH...

The sky was not the right shade of purple…it desperately needed another coat of paint to convince itself that it was more than just a filmsy backdrop to a melodramatic world of damsels in shining armour and knights in distress over the sudden loss of their gallantry. At the high street, melancholy stray dogs stood in a tight circle and took in turns to bark aloud the sad tales of their wretched lives spent on four wretched legs. A lethargic halogen lamp, precariously hanging from the summit of a wobbly lamp-post, winked intermittently, rather shamelessly, at the moon. Occasionally, neighbouring trees exchanged formal pleasantries after a hard day’s work…the rustling leaves adding soft melody to the silent din of the night, an insipid occurrence in an irritatingly-insipid night ...and yet, nothing felt right, the sky still seemed too bright for the night…was there not enough paint left in the gigantic tin-can?...’Maybe there is!’, smirked back the moon at me..’Maybe I just hid it in some discreet corner of the attic-room where no one would find it for a while…and then, for that little while, I would drape myself in colours bright…for once, I would throw back my head and laugh…intoxicated with sublime happiness, I would do away with those suffocating iron shoes and gavotte on the roof-tops of this sombre world…for there comes a time in every existing being’s life, when that being, in a sudden burst of joyful realization, remembers to breathe…to live…to smile…’