Realism In Real Reality....

I knew we shall meet alive not dead, on a comfortable seat amongst Indian summer and autumnal heat the arrival was most amiable, what d' you say? how would you say that? we´ve been all over Swiss and Germany that night train was imagined, had it been a robbery? yeah, your first time in West-Europe, never been on night trains i cannot say you´ll be sustained untrained traveling in night trains, beware the mind goes hauntingly traveling further you´re accustomed at trains up there, but night trains here, are a tale apart at night times trains be the most unattended driving own car would be the safest option in shortest time so many realistic scenes, insanity started stalking by any means… At airport we bid adieu with great passion Huge silence, friendliest smile with saddest eyes' addition hopefully this travel has brought more love paper is patient, people are not, how come? i bear witness our Moms died with a difference of ten years each each with the number five in the end 2005 and 2015 the words beyond are stopped and the connection broken as a lie of the solemn token you´ve been treated most sympathetically the words are turned, corrected and twisted, oddly enough erased from our minds your impressive visit permanently remembered, your steps most appreciated, your words have been evaluated but oddly enough totally erased from our minds the mutual experience stayed printed in our hearts, strange enough the words had been erased from our minds, ever heard of the sound of silence? silence has no words erased from the sound like our spoken words erased from our minds erased from the memory time to make space for a new chapter with or without adapter.... ©Sylvia Frances Chan Anno Domini: Monday the 20th of May 2019 @17.16 hrs P.M. West-European Time