newyork angel

An almost stranger from the past waiting

An unfamiliar, unexplainable anxiety which was shadowed by the steeping excitement

Busy hotel lobby bursting with rain drenched travelers and I try and read every face which seems pretty and her

And their i see her scanning every face to find a reflection of me...

She stands pretty and tall on the steps with her oh I am so tired look

We walk across to the café, its raining thoughts, perspectives, emotions, illusions, and madness

Corner café at a busy Manhattan street, Italian food , goo goo dolls in the background….

We share a little that we had in common, the weak stitch from the past and little which was unknown, unspoken …stitching us together forever or so it seemed

Her views, her perspectives, she was like my alter ego

The best lunch in the past 12 months and the happiest entry in this blog

I am disillusioned

Buried in mystification

Crossing paths with inconsequentiality

It looks trivial….shallow…..

Where is….what I am looking for……

What was once mine ,eternally …

Have I lost it….are am I lost…..

Perspectives seem unstable

Sunday

Solitary Sunday

Wet eyes

Heavy breath

Morbid visions

Dark shadows

Numbness

An atheist prays

Dying optimism

Birth of a cynic

Desperate affection

Contemptuous imagination

Scornful dreams

Self mocking

Forced acceptance

In that order