a walk in the night.

the stars aren't out tonight, but nights were definitely pleasant.
since the scorching sun's out of the way, together with the hustle-bustle of the day.
inhaling the cool air, his nerves were chilled, muscles relaxed.
but tonight is different, the difference wasn't made by that particular unicycle
sandwiched between his legs. Thoughts always drew the line.
The stony 90-feet concrete giants stared down on him. All 3 of them.
All the foolishness flashed before him. The wrong choices he had made.
staring down on his gloved hands, echoes of self approach resonated in his head.
Those dull red shoes couldn't answer his inaudible question either.
those protection-promising knee guards were speechless.
a penny for a worth. They were paid to do their job, and they were keen on sticking to that.
a faint grumble reminded him of the dinner he skipped.
The large grumble of a plane thundering across the sky was further exerted by those silent towering buildings.
but neither of the grumbles were noticed to even the slightest extent.
For he was tuned into the voice inside, shielded from the noise outside.

with 1 more person- it'd make a difference. This playground would have been merry.
But now it stood, staring back at him, cold, emotionless, hard.
The silence was impossible. yes, just that one more person. The stroke of the brush
to animate this life. A puzzle piece which was missing at the exact wrong time.
if only if... what if. and if... stop.
he was tired of ifs, his mind hungered for something concrete, a truth, fact which stood on its own.
An ambition which surpassed all former wishes. Sounding sinister, a plan to make a person part of himself. But to humans, this was lovely. After all, they were made to love.

A hand now suddenly rests upon the nest of his head.
He couldn't wish, to be exact, he did not want a let down, no more.. no more.
The reflex turn of his head, he saw someone unexpected.
But love was in the air, a timely arrival of his God-send angel
God knows who sent her, it didn't matter to him,
at least now he knew who stood forever
and waited for his head to turn.
" Hey, ____ !"

a beautiful fate for the future. which won't be happening in the present.