The Sleepless Flaneur

I see the beauty within you Lurching from word to word, I feel spellbound. Unlock your heart to mine, Till the earth reboot. We will pause together... As long as the evaporation of the dim sea. keep me there for post-apocalyptic literature. If the earth pauses, And the clocks are broken. The rivers will no longer creak, And the animals yammer and bleat. The earth will call your frabjous name, will put it in an iconic frame. Carry your soul hither and thither, As a gospel, a lantern, a spell, an antidote... To finish the pause... And let the traffic light play with colours.

The fog melted away. Windows no longer borded up from the inside or the sun struggling to break through the fog. The sun came suddenly like a café customer and the shadows danced and played weakly in the street as the overhead trees shimmered in the first breeze of the new day and the dazzling morning sky looked superb like a well-clothed Queen. The early morning dew was refreshing and fabulous for Atreus, it sent him a little boost of joy like recharging his batteries. He looked up and down the street that looked like a labyrinth. Moments later, Atreus felt in himself a growing thirst to relax in the café in front of him. It wasn't a big or fancy one. It was a popular café whereby a number of customers dispersed throughout the corners in green scattered wooden chairs like right and left parties. Most of them were smoking hubble-bubble and drinking tea. The eldery people were engaging themselves in games of backgammon and cards. Among them there was a middle-aged waiter carrying a ...

The sun begins to rise increasingly outpootring sparkling rays of light over the snowy-white marble octagonal minaret. The bakeries would be working and most of the workers sweating by the heat of ovens. The uncountable frabjous flocks of birds were overjoyed due to the early morning dew, a refreshing dew that creates a sense of euphoria. They offer jubilation to the passers's ears. With an attractive smile and a gleeful mood nothing could hinder Atreus from a splendid morning walk in the souk's corners. Some moments later the weather decided to be in a boundless connection with the bakeries' ovens. There was an old merchant riding a dark brown skinny donkey as the water trough shone glamorously under the old men's dowdy and shabby burnoose. He took groggirly a convoluted worn white handkerchief from his pocket, Ran it slowly in his wrinkled forehead dazedly, then wiped his neck. It was quiet boiling and humid, for about 41 Fahrenheit. It was an asphalt-melting weather....