The night was alive, and so was I.
"Maybe I should
go."
"Maybe, it's gotta be like
four", I say. "You want me to walk you back?"
"That'd be
good."
My
nightly walk with
my more than friend. Outside, that
breath of
fresh city air. Comforting and
urban;
beaten and made to
march to the same beat.
A
squirrel. Why. What is he doing up. I'd bet they all feel it too; the same
dance, the same
beat.
Something's alive. A
warmth, an
energy. Not an
evil, but
unnatural. Is it
God. I hope not, I didn't mean to
litter this afternoon.
"What's the
matter." she poses.
"A little voice
mentions that something's wrong" I say.
"
I can hear it too."
Then I see them;
people,
everywhere. The
heartbeat of the city is loud tonight.
In my mind I kiss her
goodnight. Long and
silent, our lips
brush,
mingle in
delicate warmth. My
arm instead gives the casual wave, and to watch her eyes dream the same. This is always the quietest time for me.
Never alone tonight; the night is
around, and the people who only hear it mutter to them.
The sky is scary, maybe that's why no one can
sleep; we've always been
captivated by the clouds. So red, a
bright dawn on
fire. A
star is dying
somewhere, but not here.
Half an hour gone, sill in that
trance.
Out of breath and body, I head back to my place. Put the key in, turn it, and watch.
People
everywhere...in the
streets,
looking at the sky. I knew this
voice before, but it's loud to them. Not
tonight,
because there has to be a
tomorrow. Listen all of you, this is what you should hear
every day. Don't ignore it. I know you will. Time for your
looking glass.
Maybe we aren't all as
disconnected as we
think.