o.57 Jewel
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Amongst the humming gray of the city, she stood out – humming , almost singing aloud old indie tunes that were popular when their grandparents were young. He peered at her curiously, amongst the sea of suits that he as well was wearing. The girls hair was awkwardly pink, and her clothes though covered by a black leather jacket were bright and obviously made her stand out even more in this sea of droll behavior and color. Madara though of her as a jewel amongst the coal. As her dainty features pointed upwards towards the electric sign inside the capsule of a subway. It was rare that he, an Uchiha would even think about such trivial things. But it just felt right to think of a petit girl as a jewel or fairy amongst the stable stones of society. As the screeching metallic voice called out the next stop, and that is when she got up. Out the sucking doors the girl skipped, oblivious to the young man's stare.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
Madara went all day thinking about that girl and it was quite obvious to his relatives that he had something on his mind. Maybe his interest was only piqued because no one really had the nuts to basically sing aloud in public – who wasn't panhandling for money, and to wear colors that were jewel toned during the 'work' week. (MAYBE some women had a hint of color but it was so miniscule it made no difference unlike that girl's color). Maybe it was just a crazy dream, and that he should just slap himself on the cheeks or splash cold water to save himself. Madara did just that, loosened his black tie and crisp shirt in the bathroom and of course splashed cold tap water on his face. His secretary and even a few coworkers asked if he was alright. The response was the same on all levels , 'Hn'. It was a rarity for him to even think that a girl was a jewel but to continue thinking about her even after she has left. But a stranger nonetheless. Yet this man was finding himself eager to see this singing girl again on the Subway.
Yet there was the possibility she wouldn't be riding the subway at the same time he did. Therefore a disappointment may ensue. But FUCK she was stuck in his head like a song would be. At the end of the business day, people shuffled out monotonously – making plans to go drinking at the bar, to see what is for dinner at home and of course business talk. Madara got lumped in to drinking with the other executives much to his displeasure, and almost struggle. Being quite afraid of missing this girl that graced the subway earlier that day. He grinned and bore it – like a good Japanese businessman would do. (And in the back of his mind he wondered if she was Japanese too, but he doubted it by her face, it was strikingly European). By the end of the night this man was considered to be smashed, stumbling towards the subway system. Before it had gotten worse he had called his driver to pick him up from the station when the train rolled in. Lucky to even have such a service. While the girl with bubblegum hair and emerald gem eyes was in the back of his mind.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.