A walk with Myself

Last night i had a walk with 'Myself'. i didnt knew , whether i was pushing 'Myself' or 'Myself' was pulling me along these busy crowdy roads of city.....'Myself' offered me a cigarette, and we two started smoking. I was treading along the streets with no intension to go anywheer . 'Myself' was reading to me the faces of the passerby persons, i saw selfs alone or a few carrying the corpse of themselves. Most of the selves were so preoccupied with their 'stomach thoughts' as if afflicted by the heavy doze of self love.
I saw 'Myself' hitting a stone, and i thought how much this little stone, this little identity, this little existence might have traveled during the course of centuries, may be one of the sweat dipped stone from pyramids, or may have come out of Mount fiji, this stone, was more more history for me then the one i read in books. And the stone was still on his way to a destination , may be uncertain for a single man, but certainly determined for the humanity , contributing in its journey... .......
.......Just to change the topic, i ask 'Myself' , if he can buy e another cigerette, and after a minute, the two of us were once again smoking. , making the rings of hollow hopes, and lucid imaginations....WE two started to walk again....the hustle bustle around us was as ussual. phenomenas were performing there roles perfectly moving in there defined circles, same old beggars beggin in th same streets, same old lurid shops, same old streets running in order to keep the trafic running.....The moon was as ussual silently seeing the realms of hope and miseries, fear and submission, 'stomch thoughts' and 'selves' without within, and 'Myself' asked what what this silly little object can do, who was , who has no control over his own beauty, who is unable to unleash his art, the art felt by centuries of humans, who might be speaking silence to the melliniums to come. ......My thoughts returned to me when 'Myself' noticed a blind man with a white stick, begging in empty streets..... and i thought how we have been made slave of our own dimensions... 'Myself' closed my eyez just to let me feel for a step or two,, how this blind man may be feeling, and i openned my eyez in haste, fearing of where i would hit 'Myself'. In an instant the whole darwinian evolution passed infront of me, like a movie picture, I experienced , what the little amoebas might have felt,what agony they might have experienced, in the passing past,................ and the already lived future was smiling devilishly on me and ........i was thinking, if 'Myself' can leave me alone, for I was too tired of walking on the streets of nothingness............but i knew, there is no one to blame for this then...'Myself'.