The Encounter

Dawn to dusk, sunshine to rain, warmth to the unforgiving cold, and for every individual that passes by below me, another cloud moves across the sky, each almost unknown to the next. Insubordinate as you are as I am to you, as the person in the room beside you, as they are to the next rain drop that hits the surface of any shape, form, whether still or moving, an initial notice will be taken, and then be left alone. I walk along solitary streets, lamp-post after telephone pole after club and home, un-noticed, I feel it drizzle upon my face. A refreshing feeling indeed it is to continue walking and realise that the enjoyment in experiencing the serenity of silence, coldness, and desire for love. You are almost just that much fulfilled in your conquests, but then it dissipates, leaving you once again to yourself, the cold harsh wind whistling by your ears. You have a tendency to look down as you walk, slowly lift your head to look left, down the street, and right at the building that you’ve past an insurmountable number of times. Yet, for some reason, it’s different when you’re all alone, to yourself, and no matter how hard you try, you will pity yourself, and know that not one other individual experiences life like you, for you are that person that is just another living, thinking, human being passing by along the same street I look down upon. You are that lonely grey cloud above me, and the tranquility you give me when it drizzled as it did, I can only say it was a pleasure meeting you.