Mesmerised: Dazed and Confused

He had a way of talking, that made you think of the words stuck-up or fearsome or empyreal. the picture you draw depends as much on where you are looking from as well as, where you are looking towards.

He sat at a corner table and looked at his shoes, frowing, drowned in thought. flooded in thought.

I had spoken to him. His words, on paper, sounded smooth and glossy, with a patina of many centuries. Dark, like wood stained by years of having lived there, years after being felled and cut into shape.

[To be completed]

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