Wells Street Journal

By Kristiana Smilovska

it’s a dark and gloomy night

but it defies all expectations

 

it changes you completely

irreversibly

you feel engulfed

lost

and a little bit purple

 

no longer is the tube a mere train that

gets you places

but

a golden carriage

taking you where chaos and music meet

a place where dreams come true

 

are they ever going to be yours?

 

suddenly, impatiently

a jump from the audience seat and onto the stage

searching for a clue

 

my carriage took me to someone else’s ball

and I saw the success of another

love, work

love work

 

I think they taught me something

 

it’s a dark and gloomy night

like most other nights

but against all odds

tonight I feel purple