I didn’t expect this. The colors, the atmosphere that was dark and exciting. There was genuine energy in the air with every breath. The air was simultaneously fresh and heavily blanketed with cigarettes. It was a dark lair that stood still in time of a capsule in ambiguity. I couldn’t tell exactly where I was or my surroundings. It was thrilling.

This city continues to surprise me. And then there was him. The manifestations of my romantic notions that I thought were unique to me. Could it be possible to live with such fleeting colors and emotion. With my every whim, it is all I ever craved, chasing after each passing moment. Will that truly bring joy or exhaustion? Perhaps it doesn’t matter if the chase keeps the idea alive.

That’s all we ever live for, isn’t it? The idea of love. As elusive and subtle as the hues of dusk. What we would do  to catch a glimpse of it.  I feel relieved of my expectations, and it’s freeing. Perhaps I have been waiting to feel this way for a very long time. I have craved exploration, to weave the thread of the intricacy that connects us all across the various planes of being.