Free from their thoughts

In the cacophany of verbage, ready-made fonts and decontextualized quotes salvaged from the wrecks of cultures that crashes against the cliffs of jadedness, there have always come one a soul that took umbrage at those ghosts of thoughts and decides to walk alone in empty streets while the rain pelts heavy on the grey and rubbish-stubbed pavement and dares to look up to the gun-metallic grim sky that screets and howls but for the consequence of its own nature... and realizing one is oneself and the others themselves, a smile of the unvanquished is raised and all sense is bedded in a sudden enlightment that dispels the blue funk hammering the inside of the cranium with loose inquietude...