Train of Thoughts Chapter I: Hunting Syllables

T R A I N   O F   T H O U G H T S

By

Dimas Nugraha Arnaz

Chapter I: Hunting Syllables

            It’s a sunless world where I lived where there was only night to take a breathe or stake some bet, my name is Luke and I was sitting alone in the bar named “Come Here” which was the reason why I came there, I took some shots to accompany my lonely mind convincing myself that what I think is right, to get away from the crowds. I played my lighter, lighting it up and off until someone sat beside me ordered two shots of Ricard which I assumed that person was waiting for someone but I was wrong cause the person finished both of them in five seconds, I didn’t know whether the person was a man or woman cause the person wore a jacket with its hood covered the person’s head, the voice was a uniqe voice that made it’s hard for me to guess the person gender, the person wore unisex jacket with unisex jeans and a pair of Chuck’s. The person picked one of the cigarettes and asked me my lighter and I handed it out without any single words, the cigarette was sipped just like Sahara lost its sands but it's craving for salt instead, the person acted weird by turning off the cigarrate with his/her palm and the person talked to me and said “me too.” and I was like “excuse me mate?” I didn’t even speak a single word since the person came except a couole seconds ago when I just thought that the person should turn off the cigarrate on his/her palm cause the cigarrate started to burn the palm.

“I know that you think I should stop it cause you think that it hurts me but it doesn’t, you will only get hurt if you don’t expect something won’t hurt you but it does eventually.” the person said.

“Well anyway, I bet that it gives you a great pain.” I answered

“Yeah but the thing is Eintein, I’m just suffering from the pain, it doesn’t hurt me.” the person said.

“What is the point tho?” I asked.

“It reminds me that I’m right.” the person answered.

“That you are a tough person?”

“No, that my mind is stronger than my anatomy systems.”

“So that’s why you drank two shots of Ricard in 5 seconds?”

“I drank two shots cause this place named by two syllables, and I’m about to move into the other bars and take shots based on the place name’s syllable, It works for my mental health to do things that I am the only one who knows the advantages” the person said.

            I didn’t even know was the person a man or women yet, the person sounded weird too but somehow I admired his/her sentiment about stuff. The person left just kept leaning down his face, paid the drinks left without a single word and I was left confuse, confuse about who was that and what made the person be like that. It reminded me of my thoughts that I think that I should stay away from the crowds, how can I prove that I’m right and what if I’m wrong. My short conversation with that person made me find my own adjective, that is thoughts, not thought but thoughts, with s. I was thoughts with that person.

Thoughts (adjective) : the condition where I feel comfortable with my confusion and curiosity that is caused by conversation, action, observation, or judgement. Based on my very own and just now dictionary. 

I think that everyone is thoughts a lot but they just consider it as feel, but I know that it’s different between thoughts and feel, cause thoughts is a new feeling for me,  thoughts is what people feel and feel is what people are thoughts, it's like mutual understanding between both of them and our brain and emotion choose whether we will feel something or we are thoughts on something  and it depends on the condition and vibes or maybe a person. The only thing that was running on my mind was who is that person cause for the first time I knew that I was not the only one who felt thoughts, but I was sure that the person was not a phsyco cause the person sounded too realistic for a phsyco. Eventually after a long math and sherlock holmesly intuition I knew the person was a woman cause she didn’t sip the the whole of the tobacco, and what kind of man who left his cigarrate unfinished?

Somehow the unexistence of the woman made me felt like I didn't belong to this bar anymore, my mind just got distracted by the way the woman sips the cigarette or takes the drink shots, or explains what life is all about by torturing herself,  so I left the bar and took steps towards my Volkswagen not sure where where I wanna go, in the parking lot as I got near my car I saw twin guys playing chess board on my car’s roof, they seemed so enjoy themselves and didn’t realize that I was there gazing at their own universe on my car’s roof. And when they finally looked at me that stupid unintelligence question came out from my throat in spontaneous. 

"What is the move of horses?"

"They eat grass" they answered.

"I mean in chest board game." I said.

"In chess? They just eat, well you know they eat or be eaten."

“Are you guys twin?” I asked unnecessarily. 

“Our souls are.” one of the guy answered.

“What does it even mean?”

“It means that the similiarity of our souls reflect on our physical appearance, we believe that what we had been through inside our mother uterus stimulated and drew our physical appearance, and it was not created medically but it was our spiritual energy tried to form the same shape” answered the guy a.

“It also happens to a happy couple of lover, they will look the same by the time goes by, I read it on the internet but I have already known it before but the internet just strengthen my arguments” the guy b added.

“Do you always tell this thing to strangers you meet?”

“Only particular stranger.”

“Yeah only particular stranger.”

“Well fock that, you are twin.” I said.

“Well fock that, you are right.” They answered.

“Do you want to go fock some bars? You look pathetic up there.” I asked them to go.

“Some bars? More than one bar? Why should we do that?” guy b answered by asking.

“It means we will get some shots based on the bar name’s syllable.”

“When will we stop? I mean there are hundreds of bars in this town.'' guy a asked.

“Until we meet someone cool.” I answered.

“I see, let’s get focking out of here.”

            I wasn’t sure why I asked them to do the things the girl would do, but I was thoughts with that twin guys just because the way they defined themselves and the fact that they used the same word to spell fuck with me, they said fock instead of fuck just like me, and I respected that, it's not too often for me to hang out with strangers that easy but it all was just as spontan as you damn when your teeth bit your tongue, anyway somehow I wanted to see that girl again, to tell her that she was right, to talk about this inhaling-exhaling game we call life. I was in pursue, we are going to hunt some syllables.