Let’s walk around past midnight when everyone’s fast asleep
let’s take a trip down to nowhere and hold hands with bottles of beer
let’s talk about nothingness and laugh under the stars’ glimmering eyes
let’s talk about sorrows like we’ve never forgotten them and let’s heal them one by one with each other’s faint smiles
let’s listen to radio music beating songs from our youth
let’s both create a world that will disappear at 5 o’clock when the roosters have started greeting and when the sun rose its body among the sea of clouds
let’s look at each other’s dried eyes and cigarette smothered lips
and stare at which we oddly have become
a perfect combination of miserable and lonely
loosely holding on to fainted, daunted, and tainted reality.
It was a strange morning. A dream woke her up earlier than expected. And in her dream, she was in the arms of a man she knew. It almost felt so tangible: his arms around her, her head against his chest, on a quiet night of solitude, peacefully resting on each other’s arms. Only, questions in her somnolent mind: why that man? A man of her least expectations - a man she barely talked to in the studio.
She pictured him in her mind again and nodded, “it was certainly a dream”. How could she have forgotten?
It had been a flight of vagueness. Stealing lines, stealing stares, and flashing sly and timid smiles. Glimpses and questions. “Join me?”. Playful strokes and nudges envelopes a game for amusement. Another eyes were set on them. This time it was on him for he is graced with charm as pleasant as his speech. She knew and all the while they will sail apart.
That night she watched the sea. She slowly closed her eyes and focused on the breeze and the rhythm of the waves. Slowly, she felt someone’s presence drawing near. It was him.
He sat beside her gazing towards the dark horizon. They were both under the spell of the night. Slowly, the warmth of their skin touched. Elbows touching and heads well rested on each other. No verbal expressions uttered, it was only left to the soft whispering breeze of the ocean.
It could be that at that night, or, it could be that at that moment that they were both thinking of the same thing.
Wishing under the stars for the exact same thought, only they never knew.
Once upon a dream it was, once upon a night.
In JTA I learned about Love
131 days I have been embarked on a journey away from any aspect of life I would classify under “usual”.