3 in the morning, Empty roads, Dark houses and Intoxicated thoughts.
Would I ever be enough? Enough of anything; something? A mere thought which turns into a debate with each passing second.
Will I be enough of what they expect? I've never been enough before, but it has never mattered before.
3:30 and I am walking on the streets alone. A little stray wiggles his tail and reaches my knee. Is he wondering too like I am. Is he is afraid of not being enough as well. Perhaps not, because he keeps wiggling his tail and moved happily, left me on the road alone, unlike the strangled thoughts burning inside my head refusing to leave me alone.
4 o'clock and I met another messed up soul. I could tell by the way he walked on the roads, he feared the unknown, the unknown fear of the expectations under which he finds himself burried.
In the monotony, without knowing each other, we knew each other so well. We had two hours before this all would end, before our families wake up to see their kids like never before.
We silently walked onto the never ending dark horizons and rarely did we break the silence, for the silence was our solitude.
5 A.M. And we had barely spoken anything. According to what we were taught, I shouldn't be walking with a stranger, even if we had some memories of waving each other each night and walking in the dark silence. But I was. I was even after knowing everything yet nothing at all.
One more hour and the insane ride would end, I thought. He finally broke the silence, "why are you here?"
"Maybe because of the same reason you are" I replied. 5:58, "Are you ready?" "I won't ever be", I said, "but maybe I don't need to be." we stared each other. We both wanted to be saved. Neither of us could save either of us. We needed to be saved ourselves but then our fate was already destined, I suppose.
5:59- We close our eyes.
6:00- The assassination ground allowed the gun man to enter and open fire.
Maybe our corpses were meant to hold hands, We shouted to death.
Would I ever be enough? Enough of anything; something? A mere thought which turns into a debate with each passing second.
Will I be enough of what they expect? I've never been enough before, but it has never mattered before.
3:30 and I am walking on the streets alone. A little stray wiggles his tail and reaches my knee. Is he wondering too like I am. Is he is afraid of not being enough as well. Perhaps not, because he keeps wiggling his tail and moved happily, left me on the road alone, unlike the strangled thoughts burning inside my head refusing to leave me alone.
4 o'clock and I met another messed up soul. I could tell by the way he walked on the roads, he feared the unknown, the unknown fear of the expectations under which he finds himself burried.
In the monotony, without knowing each other, we knew each other so well. We had two hours before this all would end, before our families wake up to see their kids like never before.
We silently walked onto the never ending dark horizons and rarely did we break the silence, for the silence was our solitude.
5 A.M. And we had barely spoken anything. According to what we were taught, I shouldn't be walking with a stranger, even if we had some memories of waving each other each night and walking in the dark silence. But I was. I was even after knowing everything yet nothing at all.
One more hour and the insane ride would end, I thought. He finally broke the silence, "why are you here?"
"Maybe because of the same reason you are" I replied. 5:58, "Are you ready?" "I won't ever be", I said, "but maybe I don't need to be." we stared each other. We both wanted to be saved. Neither of us could save either of us. We needed to be saved ourselves but then our fate was already destined, I suppose.
5:59- We close our eyes.
6:00- The assassination ground allowed the gun man to enter and open fire.
Maybe our corpses were meant to hold hands, We shouted to death.
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