Pointless sky above was all gray , fading down to a blur ! The
voice came out - Run little rabbit , face up the clouds above and
if you dont find the lights up there , come down your own way ,
pretend its all reality and live Blind . Voiceskept screaming and
going down with echoes of the dark . Hawling back the senses the
doors of the black highways were closed , world was all active
now.
John was a traveller , curious to explore the untouched sites
and demographs on the earth . World to him was a path to no where
with a joyful bliss to new experiences , keeping his senses alive
he was now an observer travelling around the places on earth , to
gain his own sernity and understanding the purpose of every
survival . He considered his walk as his own highway straight in
direction to sun fading down everytime in the silence . Though he
never heard the silence , Silence that leads to the screams and
echoes in the gray .
Travelling with the time , John was trapped by some black webs
of illusionary world filled with voices that carry message of
arrival of a storm . Storm that believed to come but never did .
His curiousity always lead him to the dark road , searching for the
origins , expecting an afterglow . John had choosen the path where
no one goes , Considering his Journey lost in the dream , with no
existance of light , where he find himself again and again after
every runaway from the echoes . He could never find a reason to
follow this path , but he was curious to know the existance of
these illusions .
John was all in reality now , soul searching , beneath a setting
sun gaining
every single ray to its warmth . His mind awaits the dooms about
to come , He look down himself , Rusting down , the faded path into
the the disappearing horizon . He turned around for the Last look
back , Voices around . Dont look back , Walk till you find yourself
under the black storm , standing in a true silence. He pointed his
vision to Last of the lights , in silence , stands still , lossing
all his senses to the setting sun . Carelessly he shook his
shoulder to turn back , but the voice kept him straight to face
down the dark trail . Standing still through this time travel ,
John realised the message was a whisper but not a scream this time
. Whisper that provoked him to walk , with a purpose on a message ,
to find what he never knew . He was determined to walk with silence
into the journey of desire with spurs of the thoughts , unware of
the purpose . Journey that wont come to an end untilit finds a new
way to start .
John put himself to a Blackhole , running a time machine out of
his grumbling mind . A Beautiful terrain appears to him , he found
himself standing against the sun , the place was noiseless ,
Variant rays all around . John kept stairing the sun thats
brightening his eyeball , Now wide open , realising a presence ofa
concrete roofs over his head , wondering about his blissful dream .
Realisinga dream of his own silence , a silence with which he can
take a walk to no where , in a wit of his serenity .
John was all set to leave , every thing to place where he could
find it again in a treasure of his joyful memories , detemined to
explore his dreams out of theplaces . Roots of all his pain were
going to be merged with an endless travel . In search for a place
where every dreamer comes to fall .
With no end to his wander he left out as One , One Learning
himself apart from the consiousness , pretending to be a part of
this continuation of interaction between the different realities on
the world . Nothing survives to his wandering mind , eager to
experience the new , he was synchronising , with sounds of the
nature , Eyes were capturing every moment as a visual projected as
new and forever . Beyond the expectations of future and past , he
headed towards the brightest side , to face this world as one . In
search of a standpoint to get divised into the heights . Facing up
the mountains , and never against them . John started his journey
to heights , wondering the worldfrom the above , Presence of all
realities as one and himself , living a dream as one .
While climbing these mountains , john considered the world
formation as different leaves at the scattering branches of a tree
. If preserved will bloom with different colours splashing out as
part of nature but if not , will lie dead apart . Out of the bounds
of expectations and fore-thinking john was now in his own freeworld
, surrendering his consiousness against his curiosity . He followed
the path that fulfill his eyes , wondering about the brightness and
beauty on this world . John was fortunate and thankful to find this
experience and a purpose for himself to now explore . At every
point john took rest , realising that world is full of standpoints
from where one can explore serenity . Standpoint that creates a
vastness of free waves inside his mind . Serenity that comes from
the sound , colours and shapes formed as one , to
