The Night Is Alive, So Alive.

The tall buildings around me stand proudly, their lights telling of the long night ahead and what to expect from it. People walk past happily, some stumbling, some holding another hand in their own and others alone, focused on arriving at their next destination safely.
I sit quietly and watch.
The breeze wraps itself around me slowly, intoxicating me with it's breath of life. I let it. I close my eyes and remove myself from the conversation I am involuntarily having. In the distance I hear a sweet voice. I open my eyes and excuse myself, making my way to the curb. Standing ahead of me, a man sings to anyone who will listen. He sings of love, life, the world.
Everyone continues to walk.
The lights behind the man change colour, from green to orange to red. I stand there, watching.
Behind me, I hear an argument starting. I turn and make my way back to my friends slowly. They have all stopped their conversation and are watching the fight start. I'm still watching the man.
The lights continue to change colour.
Everyone stops and begins to watch the fight.
The man continues to sing.
Oh, the irony, is too much to comprehend. I breathe deeply. The voice, listen to the voice. Listen to the life being created, spoken, sung. Listen to the sweet, sweet voice of reason. No one but me does.
People prefer to watch a fight, argument, war rather than a revolution.
God save us. God save us all.

This is my homework. Done.

The day is dark. My mood is dark. My thoughts are dark. The ocean is angry. I am angry. The sand is being thrown around by the wind. I don't really notice. I pick up a shell and throw it. They aren't pretty today, not today. I want them away from me.
It starts raining. I curse. Of course it rains. I get up and jog along the sand. I stumble, but keep going. I walk up the boardwalk and duck into the trees. Great. Perfect.
"Anything else?!"
I look around. The trees shiver. I shiver. I peer down the dark, deserted track, and then start walking down it. I'm sheltered, but not entirely. A rain droplet rolls down my forehead, I let it drip off.
"Wow, great, great. What next? Please. Please, give me something".
I laugh. I can't stop. I just laugh. My clothes are saturated now, but I don't care anymore. I continue walking in the rain. Okay, it's okay.
I get to the main road. People look at me questioningly. I smile at them and keep walking. I get on the next train that comes and sit there humming to myself. Where am I going? I don't know. Somewhere. I squeeze my clothes and water runs off. The train stops and a few people get on. I look up after a few minutes, and I see a young man looking at me smiling.
The day is light. My mood is light. My thoughts are light.
"Hey"
"Hello"

Untitled - A very short, sad story.

We're walking together, hand in hand, in a crowd that engulfs us with its size. You turn to look at me and smile, oh that smile, it's so beautiful to see. You look away laughing to yourself, I pull you closer. We walk like that for a while, you pressing against my side, my hand and yours intertwined. As we continue, I peer down and see a coin, I let go momentarily. When I stand back up you're gone. I can see you no longer. I shout for you, but you're already lost somewhere in the crowd. People glance at me, they don't care. No one does. I drop the coin, and go in search of your hand which I mistakenly let go.

The crowd disperses, and yet still you are no where to be seen. I try to call , but then hang up when I remember you telling me how your phone was dying - how you didn't care. You told me it was okay because I got your full attention. We laughed.
I'm not laughing now.
Where are you? I think. I can't think. I sit. I stand. I feel sick. I try to drink, but my throat closes up. I can't, I can't.

I remember now. I remember where you are. I walk quickly, my palms sweaty. I clench and unclench my fist - your palm belongs there. The path is small as it avoids the stones that are scattered here. I've found you at last. I knew you would be here. Ever since I lost you the very first time, I always return here to look for you, and you prove me right every time. I kneel down and run my hands along where you lie. I've missed you. I will aways miss you.