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Under the street lights on a warm moonless night in the spring, the dark wraps itself around us.
We begin to fade. Faster than teenage kicks, speeding cars and racing heartbeats, trains on the track and dance floors pounded by dancing feet. This city love is a mix-tape of memories and symphonies. Season after season, our ambivalence reigned. So many skeletons rattling keys in our closets, so many ghosts intent on driving us insane. Seems like forever since we’ve been lonely together, falling up and down, tethered by fast breaths and slow touch, taken over by unstoppable emotions. Bleeding love through phases of serenity and rage, inevitable as sunrise and dusk, caught under these waves — the push and pull between us.
Under the street lights on a warm moonless night in the spring, the dark wraps itself around us.
Suddenly, I see. These moments stretch far beyond you and me. Everlasting happiness is a myth. Loneliness is subjective and dark fairy-tales resemble reality. I’m wasting time squaring up with flying ants and termites hovering nearby. I’m wasting time squaring up to fight against entering another chapter of you and I. The nothingness of some blank pages, repels spilled ink. There is no need to water what has already run dry. Once upon a time, in the chaos of modern life, love still lives and everyone still dies.
Under the street lights on a warm moonless night in the spring, the dark wraps itself around us.
