Strangers at Midnight

Tongue-tied: Dear reader,

I’m not quite sure what time it is on your side of the world so let me start by saying hello. I’m not used to responding to any of my readers but your comments and queries have made me very curious about you. Most of the messages I received contain praises or lines that aim to be deep or profound hoping for some sort of approval but you seem to leave me with things like “Are you fat?” and “ I know for certain you walk around the streets in your pyjamas.” I’d like to ask why you tell me these things.

 

Candlelight :I’ve been reading your blog for quite a while now, so much that it gave me a sense of you. You are not exactly the type of writer that makes me feel like you speak for me because I can’t find the right words to express myself, but you feel like a friend. I’ve never found anyone who is as honest as you are when you write and I love the way you think. I know it is quite assuming of me but I feel at ease with you.

Tongue-tied: I feel like it is rather unfair that you know so much about me, and I know very little about you. You are a stranger to me.

candlelight: Then let us do what strangers often do. Let us talk about the weather until neither of us feels like the other is a stranger. Well, it is midnight here and I find it weird that it is raining right now.

Tongue-tied: I believe we are in the same time zone, it is also midnight here. I don’t think it is weird for the sky to touch the earth at this hour. The twelfth hour could sometimes get so lonely, even the clouds try to reach for the things they long for. May I ask, are you female or male?

candlelight: Does it really matter if I’m a guy or girl? One of these days I’d let you know, right now I want to know how you picture me. I want to know how you’d think of me not knowing any physical detail about me. I always try to picture you in your entries, the same person but with different voices. Sometimes you are a girl, sometimes you are a boy but no matter your gender you always have the same hair, different lengths but always curly, jet black under fluorescent light and copper when lit by the sun. At times you aren’t a person in my head, I’m not sure what you are but I’m certain you feel like sunrise.

Tongue-tied :You are probably expecting me to say something creative, but in all honesty all I can think about you now is that you are a breath of fresh air. Something new but not something I’d regret to take in. It is quite late so I am saying goodbye for now. Until the next time reader, goodnight and for your peace of mind, I am not fat although I used to be. 

Up in the Air

Up in the air, we take things lightly

No tears, no cries, no woes unsightly

When dreams do break and reality’s pain

We close our eyes and sleep again

All days are smiles and laughter on high

We sing, we dance, do not ask why

 

When in your sight drops of rain would crowd

We catch your tears, turn them into clouds

We’re the comedic authors to your tragedy

The jovial route to your recovery

 

Our troubles and sorrows we must always hide

To this vision of rapture we must abide

For we safeguard your hopes of joy and bliss

No matter our hurt, our happiness is this

 

Star Mobile

Forget those songs and rhymes of scars

As you and I chase falling stars

Grace the skies until the rain is gone

And dance to the golden light of sun

 

Reach for the moon overhead

Or paint the town blue and red

A thousand and one unlikely ways

For you and I to seize the day

 

Don’t tie your strings to hours past

Don’t count your breath until your last

Don’t grab a piece of a shattered wish

Take nothing but much before we finish

 

Soft music I’ll play ever in your ear

As you remember times that are dear

We’ll read and see all that are nice

Before you go to close your eyes

 

And all our days written in the sand

I may forget still I’ll hold your hand

Laughing away until we scream

Let time lay wasted as we dream