Do you walk on that one street with restaurants on the right, glowing a gorgeous warm yellow and buzzing with the clutter clatter of cutlery?
Do you feel a little comforted when you see people from those big glass windows dining and toasting to company?
Do you quickly hold on to the cap on your head, feeling the warmth of the wool and wait for it to breathe out cold air, just like you? Or do you blow out that very cold air into the chilly evening and pretend for it to be smoke, just so you're not alone, just so your mouth is in touch with something, if not words.
Or do you switch on that old sitcom while it starts snowing outside and you're too scared to look at the white outside, to remember last winter..
I've noticed how you never put out the Christmas cards on she shelf anymore. Don't they make you feel more at home? Don't they remind you of home?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I've seen you get nervous even when your shadow follows.
Do you go to the town's carnival, buy yourself cotton candy and eat it while your eyes descend to London's big eye and the time you took a tourist friend on it? Or the one time you had your first kiss in one of the cabins in it?
Do you remember your old high school corridor? You never felt lonely when you walked on it, did you.
More so, because you were too busy driving away her blues every morning.
You often wonder about her.. She still wishes you went to college together, in the same city. Even though it's been so many years to those times.. But yes, you both still do think of each other. You hope so..
I've seen you walk into one of the big games with a single ticket too, at times. I've seen you keep quiet while the whole stadium went wild.
I've seen you sitting in movie theaters, half listening to the dialogues and half smiling over youthful shenanigans in the theaters back home, with her.
Doesn't everything about this new city remind you of those times?
Every street is different from the ones back home, and yet you can see the same things happen at every corner, at every cafe, every colorful door on the white walls.
She loved colors, didn't she? She also loved long walks... long walks, with you.
So where do you go when you're lonely?
Somewhere.. where you hope she follows you?
Haven't you both... just been following each other all this while, sweetheart?
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The inspiration to this post :
So yeah, I promised some fiction... Sorry about the abstractness of this piece but aah well, Rem sent me this version of When Stars Go Blue, and I just wrote ahead with a smile. It's alright if you felt a little lost... This post was a little cuckoo in the head, and even more in the heart :) Much loving, Nil.
Do you feel a little comforted when you see people from those big glass windows dining and toasting to company?
Do you quickly hold on to the cap on your head, feeling the warmth of the wool and wait for it to breathe out cold air, just like you? Or do you blow out that very cold air into the chilly evening and pretend for it to be smoke, just so you're not alone, just so your mouth is in touch with something, if not words.
Or do you switch on that old sitcom while it starts snowing outside and you're too scared to look at the white outside, to remember last winter..
I've noticed how you never put out the Christmas cards on she shelf anymore. Don't they make you feel more at home? Don't they remind you of home?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I've seen you get nervous even when your shadow follows.
Do you go to the town's carnival, buy yourself cotton candy and eat it while your eyes descend to London's big eye and the time you took a tourist friend on it? Or the one time you had your first kiss in one of the cabins in it?
Do you remember your old high school corridor? You never felt lonely when you walked on it, did you.
More so, because you were too busy driving away her blues every morning.
You often wonder about her.. She still wishes you went to college together, in the same city. Even though it's been so many years to those times.. But yes, you both still do think of each other. You hope so..
I've seen you walk into one of the big games with a single ticket too, at times. I've seen you keep quiet while the whole stadium went wild.
I've seen you sitting in movie theaters, half listening to the dialogues and half smiling over youthful shenanigans in the theaters back home, with her.
Doesn't everything about this new city remind you of those times?
Every street is different from the ones back home, and yet you can see the same things happen at every corner, at every cafe, every colorful door on the white walls.
She loved colors, didn't she? She also loved long walks... long walks, with you.
So where do you go when you're lonely?
Somewhere.. where you hope she follows you?
Haven't you both... just been following each other all this while, sweetheart?
______________________________________________________________________________
The inspiration to this post :
So yeah, I promised some fiction... Sorry about the abstractness of this piece but aah well, Rem sent me this version of When Stars Go Blue, and I just wrote ahead with a smile. It's alright if you felt a little lost... This post was a little cuckoo in the head, and even more in the heart :) Much loving, Nil.
