of strange-ness

A strange air of coloured garb, shining symbols, just watching the noisy chatter of those meant for the air the water and the earth.

A strange place that held many a strange event.

A place where the known just  let down, stranger smiles, vampires thrive and childhood dreams of a tinkle, twinkle and a trot happen.

            A place where you learn that the strangest things define life’s puzzling maze.

A place that teaches you that the consequence of crossing strangerhood is an inexplicable cut off.

So just store vampires, lights, bells and horses in a stranger place called thy head.