As I walk across the midnight streets, aglow from the earlier rainfall, I sense a sudden gust of fresh air coming from the north. I lift up my arms and I spin around, like a madman or a clown in a circus somewhere. I feel elated, I feel free and these feelings feel like an old friend I haven’t seen in a decade or so.
The moon casts it shadow across my upright stance as I wait for the several cars to splash on past me, I hear an old tune inside my head, its a Dylan tune about a “Simple Twist of Fate.” I think about the giant clock atop the bank on Park Street and I know that fate has not been kind to me or her.
There are no clouds up in the moonlit sky – just stars spread upon the face of heaven and forever.
I feel a sense of sadness and sense of hysteria entwined. I am full of emotional contradictions…passionate liquid running through my veins diluted with gelled indifference.
The moon is being covered by fast moving clouds and I sense the end of something that has yet to begin.
I walk across the park and I am lost…A red rose is pulled across the lane – petals pulled apart perhaps in she loves me, she loves me nots…
Love is forever if not forever love – its an emotion that leaves its impression and never goes away.
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