Most of the times, if not always, I stood blank, comprehending the scene for hours. rains washed, cars fumed, passed, days died. The deserted platforms reeked familiarity as seconds trickled. The echoing cafetarias were baffled by my altruistic hopes. The silent benches in those stagnant airs smirked at my naivete - oh sense, innocence!

I pretended to savour the stormy skies while stars were slowly decaying into futility. Probably you were fending off a leper. How possibly could I humor you? 

So change of vistas. this is my barefoot fealty to your priorities, and lovelessness. What is the opposite of acquaintance? in a tribute to your sense of reason, our paths will be parallel. i won't ask for those million trembling midnights, Dylan's poems and caramel touches, but plans of riding out into the moonlight on the streets of Vienna would never be the same.