I search for your face among a sea of crowd. People coming and going – alien to our existence, obtrusive to their existence, their thoughts and souls as transparent as the air they breath in.
I seek for your sign, like how petals of a flower lie in waiting to bloom when the sun rays will fall on its limp wispy body.
I gaze across the distance, in hope of seeing your figure, your silhouette approaching towards me to embrace me again with kisses and futile promises.
I lend my ears to the open air, with a sorrowful longing to hear the subtle beats of your footsteps or the melodious pitch of your smooth flowing voice in the back of my ear and, inside the depth of my heart.
Yet memories remain a reminder of the future we decided and the past is buried beneath the sands of time. I shall keep waiting, hoping and dreaming that one day the wind changes its direction, that time finds a way to shift his sails, that the heavens open and the moon smiles,
I am an infinite being among a swarm of bustling city dwellers. I capture the actions of my surrounding, a silent onlooker of daily night life.
Buildings thronged in lines amid the parallel pathways and streets loom in tremendous heights, nearly touching the tip of the dark open sky. Neon lights and fervent street posts flared among the long shadows formed by the thinning rays of dusk. Voices shrilled with hints of excitement, the shouts of rumbling drinkers, the screams of young ecstatic teenagers, the clings and clangs of utensils bind themselves to a tune that coincides with the buzzing noise of the swarming vehicles and the soft yet distinct whisper of the dark dreamy landscape.
It is no other than a night of thrills for those who anticipate the coming moment of a gripping event, a night of work for those who will succumb to busy labor, a night of carousing for those who seek solace in vibrant festivities and drinks or, a night of romance for the feverous hearts yearning for passion.
Every pulse, every heartbeat, every breath, every mind and every soul thrumming alive in the night is intertwined into a single revolving cycle that glows intensely into shards of iridescent colors.
I am a lone entity, amid the vibrant arrays of the nocturnal landscape.