Out Of The Blue :-

So I was alone. In the city. I'd jus' left Blend'z house t' pik' up some guitar strings as I'd been down a string f' the last four days n' it wz four days of agony. afterwardz I had plan'd t' meet up with the gang but Koko was still flooding my mind. I'd been avoiding her for a week. which start'd out as pure torture. I felt like a fugitive on the run from the cops. but by now it was getting easier. I walk'd t'ward the station hoping maybe I cud' take my mind off it, contemplate what the rest o' the day holds. after all it wz only jus' turning mid-day, tho' the cloudz blok'd the Sun. giving it the feel of an early morning, perhaps sumtime in early Autumn when heads are hung. The city was void of people. people cud' see there was a storm ahead and few would brave it. I walk'd down the arcade, jus' like last time & the time before that. nuthing had chang'd. the shops were the same, the sounds were the same. the whole atmosphere was one of unchangeable energy. An' just as always I walk'd on down oblivious from it all. all caught up in a tangl'd web of thoughts. Pacing t' the TICK - TICK - TOCK of time. I look'd up as I neared the end. gathering some sense of location. An' there was Koko. The one person I wish'd to avoid. And it all came flooding back. A rage of emotions like a tidal wave dashing past me, drowning everything around. I felt as if suspended in the deep depths of the ocean. soundz, noise, thought... consciousness, waz all just a blur. something outside of me, far away, separate from my world. But I was still there. maybe not consciously but physically.
I look'd up at her & her head shot down. She briskly walk'd past me without a glance. I gather'd I wasn't the only one trying t' avoid the other. but before I could even comprehend what was happenin' I heard her name leave my lips. as if someone else had control of them, or motion'd thru' a will of their own. she turn'd around & greeted me reluctantly. An awkward air caught us, almost like the feeling of two magnets pushing against each other. I choked out pointless questions t' ease the tension. She spat back malicious lines, tainted with scorn. I seem'd t' be getting used t' this. The same way when tickl'd it's only natural to laugh, when we meet I am barraged with insults & daggers, naturally. I brush'd it aside with the others, which was now a towering pile & rapidly rising. I look'd at her closely. she looked good. the warm marshmellow colours of the walls bounced off her skin. her slouch was gone & her clothes said class. But her eyes betrayed her. filled with fear and anxiety. they seem'd out of place. like the innocent eyes of a newborn baby placed on a raging lioness. she look'd differ'nt from the way I remembered her. her face was vacant, the overjoy'd smile she once bore was lost, like a sunken ship lying on the bottom of the sea bed. her hair had chang'd, 'twas no longer long & brown with the feathery texture I knew so well, but light, sharp & short. Her eyes were now solemn & wet, not the bright beautiful green they had once gleamed, like those of a mysterious gypsy, or some mystical concoction. She wore a dress of blue. The symbolism struck me so hard I almost laugh'd at myself (in fact later I did exactly that). Like one big painted sign. Shouting loud & clear "I got nuthn' for you but the blues". & I knew it. I swiftly excused myself & escaped. In those brief moments I realised, it wasn't my fight to fight. so I left the corner. I took my towel with me.