A cool night, out with a stranger. One would never think to think of
ridiculous possibilities, other than, of course, amazing courtship and
love. Human love. A different kind of love than love that may be found.
I sat alone at my reserved table. This fashionable restaurant is pulsating with forged romances, lies, and a disgusting amount of money. Married couples with their false laughs and designer clothing. Businessmen giggling to themselves like frat boys. I sit wondering whether the monetarily well endowed debate in their selves whether they are happy, or worry whether they are kind, or even know when they are not. So many irrelevant thoughts. Freedom from personal social demands allow one to meditate on topics not thought of when with another.
I have never minded going places by myself. It is relaxation from an unparalleled stress. I utilize this time to reflect on events and emotions, a time when I do not need to entertain my friends. A time to be the center of the world. When one is alone they are everything or nothing, it is them who decides. I am everything and nothing.
Through the solitude, I hope for someone to come talk to me. Appreciation is given to those who take the initiative in starting a friendship. I am not in the mood to be shot down by an interest, not tonight. I would rather watch all the people and imagine what I will of them.
An attractive man walks in wearing a suit of all black, he is with a woman, also in black. She is wearing a long dress, the material is smooth and glistens in the dim light. Her physique is perfectly feminine, hips round yet slender, breasts in perfect ratio with her body. Hair dark as night brushes the nape of her neck, skin unblemished and pale as a fresh corpse. It is little wonder that the similarly gorgeous creature's arm is entwined in her own.
They saunter to the dance floor. I do not realize that I am staring until the woman looks at me. Her eyes flash the most electrifying blue I have ever seen, but her face seems empty. She tilts her head to the right, turning her body toward her partner and delicately drapes her arms over his shoulders. He tries to look into her eyes, but she avoids his stare with an apathetic sorrow.
As they dance slowly to the droning cellos and violins I see her steal glances around the room. And then, as though a secret wish came true, she looks at me again. This time her eyes hold a power within and I feel a fantastic fear for my life, but still, I am curious. Whether it is brought about by a yearning from my loins or something more I know I need to find out who this intriguing specimen is.
I sat alone at my reserved table. This fashionable restaurant is pulsating with forged romances, lies, and a disgusting amount of money. Married couples with their false laughs and designer clothing. Businessmen giggling to themselves like frat boys. I sit wondering whether the monetarily well endowed debate in their selves whether they are happy, or worry whether they are kind, or even know when they are not. So many irrelevant thoughts. Freedom from personal social demands allow one to meditate on topics not thought of when with another.
I have never minded going places by myself. It is relaxation from an unparalleled stress. I utilize this time to reflect on events and emotions, a time when I do not need to entertain my friends. A time to be the center of the world. When one is alone they are everything or nothing, it is them who decides. I am everything and nothing.
Through the solitude, I hope for someone to come talk to me. Appreciation is given to those who take the initiative in starting a friendship. I am not in the mood to be shot down by an interest, not tonight. I would rather watch all the people and imagine what I will of them.
An attractive man walks in wearing a suit of all black, he is with a woman, also in black. She is wearing a long dress, the material is smooth and glistens in the dim light. Her physique is perfectly feminine, hips round yet slender, breasts in perfect ratio with her body. Hair dark as night brushes the nape of her neck, skin unblemished and pale as a fresh corpse. It is little wonder that the similarly gorgeous creature's arm is entwined in her own.
They saunter to the dance floor. I do not realize that I am staring until the woman looks at me. Her eyes flash the most electrifying blue I have ever seen, but her face seems empty. She tilts her head to the right, turning her body toward her partner and delicately drapes her arms over his shoulders. He tries to look into her eyes, but she avoids his stare with an apathetic sorrow.
As they dance slowly to the droning cellos and violins I see her steal glances around the room. And then, as though a secret wish came true, she looks at me again. This time her eyes hold a power within and I feel a fantastic fear for my life, but still, I am curious. Whether it is brought about by a yearning from my loins or something more I know I need to find out who this intriguing specimen is.