little disappointments
i cannot believe that i worked myself up to this moment, maybe its the promise of an emotional rush that doesnt normally come these days. i am content with the smooth sail but sometimes also crave to experience a momentary break, a parallel universe, a parallel love. but these little disappointments turn into little heartaches and little betrayals, even if its all in my made-up universe. in the precious moments dream cafe, we can dance till the sun rises and lay back in the lazy sunday afternoon grass, forget about who and what we wish to become and instead let the sun bathe our skin wash the alcohol away as we sober up to the reality of the week ahead. i will take home the blurry memory of this night, re-living it each time in my head until the last details of this swift encounter becomes fuzzy and fades away, then i shall forget and begin to heal and be new again. as we see each other in the next event bringing our lives to briefly intersect, we shall act as if we have never shared that dance, never exchanged meaningless utterances and overly valued stares…then we shall start all over again, from the beginning. maybe we decide to hate each other or carry-on like the rest.
