Tagging along a 'maybe'

It was written somewhere, yes that place was known well, was it on sand or on the grain of thought? My memory has lapsed a little since then, you see, the colour was red or seemed to be.
I was going down the forbidden road, crossing forbidden boundaries, if I haven’t forgotten yet, the memoire of it was bulky.
There was a caricature, my guess is that, I know the people there, its pinned on the soft board that’s lying abandoned someplace.
I still hear the echo of some words; from past life, I assume, so concave that they create a vacuum.
Some words were written on paper, almost dissolved in time, incomplete sentences can be fallacious; they lie scattered on the floor of a planet called- purplehazebyzantium

Maybe it was a different time, and the clock has stopped ticking since then, the space has vanished, the feel is sucked out, the life there has become a myth.
The reality of truth sometimes makes it so unreal, that I’m still under the cloud of an illusion…