They walk holding hands...or so i would want to write.
It slips away. Another moment captured as other strangers run after each other. The night was young,the traffic long. Friends strangers uniting under one cause to share a smile or a feel . A night out, away from tyrany that would last till the week would end. finding its way into their lives again on monday.
Beers bottles are being shared among tables. Each competing for their position within the crouds. They would welcome the weekends and sing but the cries of the week will soon haunt them again.
A man curses time as he would wait for the a drink, with high hopes it would break the rythm he came with . He knows that it,as other nights have, will end. the blissful days ahead will soon come to die and his agony will be yet again reborn.
They hold hands and laugh as if the seperation was so distant. Neglecting how many times it had happened before and the joy of unity overwhelms whoever could feel.
Smiles and joy would always, temporarry heal.
the burns from the days sun would so much be real.
But by the end. everything would go back to whatever was their deal.
Why would I wouldnt say no to happiness? But the price they are paying seems high.
While my days contiuous will be. the status of a periodical break would look like repetition to me.
To envy them puts my pains far from theirs . A pain that eats away at everything they reveal. One by one they expend and ask for more. Pushing limits with every breath as if the last. Mine becoming less and less.
noises would explode and laughter dominates.vibing across the roads,spreading across the tables. Every second stuck for me,an eternity for them. for the night of salvation, they would die. None would hesitate for that end but none will wish it. An end of pleasure and euphoria. Where the night will carry you to a far far place, and they themselves would shine brighter and brighter through the sparkling darkness. Never to see daylight again.
They would die for it.with every breath they kill themselves for it. With every drink they poison themselves for it. With every betrayal they would rise for it
As a bliss would blow in my direction. Throwing a smile inside the car, finding me under the dim lights of the dashboard. Wondering,how im still alive.