Metrocious moods- views another
A new story always has its root deeply into the womb of a different story, each in a story woven into, on and upon eachother being part of the tree of life. The tree of life, with all its myriad stories, apart from having odin's eye also has its unending knowledge across time and maybe beyond. This story too brings about such stories found with incoherent transfusions, non logical jumps and complete lack of continuity. Since most are Street bound and limited to the cities for now.. these are Metrocious moods.. I was a parakeet, lost in a world of a strange mixture.. The trees grew out of shape, neither fruit bearing nor life breathing. Pigeons laid waste for as long as i could fly, yet not a fruit was found laden on the root nor on the barren ground. After long last i found what was an actual tree, a kind i knew back from home.. Yet fruits of delicacy were all that were thrown at me gy creatures much bigger. Strangely though, we both found pleasure in looking and tryimg to con