Old Loves and Dreamy Eyes

It was a long, lonely night. There seemed no sense in making the best of the times alone. There was something missing. There was nothing to fill the void of love. There came no screams of pledges promising undying devotion and a never-ending love. But who knows what they wanted to hear? Who knows whether love was at all what they had in mind... Because it is easy to assume that love means roughly the same thing to most. That it brings warmth and yearning, that it tricks the round into thinking it’s square. This was a feeling of utter desperateness. This was no mood that a nice glass of cold liquor could have cured. This was by no means a matter to be handled lightly. As the night progressed they seem to have become more and more demanding. They wanted to see what is naked to the eye. They sat concentrating eternally on that moment, on that wish of happiness. They wanted to gather all the strength that they collectively could to try and move the Earth in the opposite direction. For love makes mountains move…But they never could. The air was still and silence hung in the middle of the room like a great big clock with a pendulum to chime at every hour and yell the fact into the dreaming faces that time is slowly and rapidly moving forward. Nothing was thought to have done in vain. The night could have been lonely, but for them, who chose the company of their own memories, no night was ever lonely. When everything that’s gone turns into reality, turns into a distorted reality of the mind, then no night can ever be lonely. It’s a natural defence mechanism and from time to time it proves to work.
Where is he? Came the question and no answer followed. He was everywhere. He was in the mind, he was buying dinner, he was lying low in the trenches, he was the one who was sitting right next to them. The question circled in the room. An almost inaudible wailing followed the desperate cry, for he was gone. He was gone, but he was living a life lived many a year ago. That night, just like this was long and lonely. There seemed no hope, but his pretty face covered the screen of memories. That night might have been an ordinary night, but magic was created. The type of magic that can live on forever and ever. He had a careless smile and ran around in circles trying to prove that he could defy the laws of gravity. He was a force to be reckoned with. The fall is only really bad, when the expectations of landing are moved beyond the reasonable. They missed each other. It’s a lie that a void can slowly be filled, that a void that was mine can slowly be yours. Where is he? How much drugs can make the past come back to life? ...