purple sweater

he was lost again ... in the new age consumer jungle called spence and fence, that multi storey convenient store with 1000 windows all made of cold dead glass, he had no time though to consider his position, he wasn't there to shop, he was there looking for something, he had looked for it everywhere but failed to find it, until he was led here, was it his instinct or his understanding, or maybe a mix of both, he didn't know and didn't care, he dragged his feeet heavily across the hard ceramic floor as it reflected the sinister presence of his ungroomed, caveman like self, he didn't care what people thought of his looks, as he was the only one to know the significance and background of its develpment, he walked slowly down the isles, not looking at any sheleves or rack, occassionaly spreading his fray hands to touch the fabrics of come dresses and coats as he passed them, he didn't seem like he was enjoying his time, and how could he, after all he had gone through, his face was that of someone who hadn't slept for weeks, nor shaved either, he reeked of a pungent repulsive body odor, and his clothes could very much be considered stray woven bags torn apart and knotted on the side of the shoulder to become the garment he hoped for, none of that seemed to matter to him, he was the least bit bothered by the disgusted stares, the pitiful stares, sometimes the awes and shrieks as he dragged his torn up shoes through the complex, 10 minutes passed, and he grew more anxious, he started moving quicker, hurriedly switching lanes and moving around as if he knew exactly what and where it is he was seeking, but then he would stop abruptly, turn around and move in the opposite direction, the store manager got concerned and dialled the mall security, the man noticed but didn't seemed to bother at all as he gave the manager a careless look of resentment and fearlessness, he kept moving untill he approached a mirror where a woman was standing, and laying out dresses on her waist and posing to check them out, he looked at her with contempt and pushed her, and she fell on the floor in panic, he looked at the mirror, not with interest or amusement, but with contempt, he didn't move or flinch, and kept standing there, untill the store security ran towards him, attempting to grab him, when he lifted all his arms while letting out a horrifying scream, that of a hundred tortured souls, and 100 screeching cars, and he let his heavy arms fall violently against the mirror surface and shattering it into a million pieces, some scared him and he bled, but just as all the shards settled either on the floor or on himself, he was silent again