Midnight Run

Faint lights from the street lamps outside dimly illuminates his mid-sized room. A single-person bed sits in the middle, accompanied by an ornately carved wooden side table beside it. Behind the bed is a wall that also serves as the dresser. While across the bed and below the window that faces the main street is where the humming aircon blows a cold spell forcing us to huddle close to each other. A small door leads to a narrow bathroom on the left side of the bed. It is neat and there are only few toiletries he keeps with him. The things that only clutters his room are the hamper beside the side table, and a one-piece dumbbell hidden behind it. His world is spacious and last night he shared it with me.

If there is something worthy to remember about our encounter, it is the Zen-like vibe of his nook. I could have stayed longer just for the sake of enjoying a moment of calmness if I want to, but to be exposed into that dream-like existence for a long period spanning at least an hour may lead to some unexpected delusions.

And so I left, when I felt that my purpose is complete. Nevertheless, his world, and his longing is something worthy to remember for all eternity.

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And you
You knew you had to fight different
And you
Kept us away with wolf teeths
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night

To call for hands of above
To lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
For me, no

- Jos, Gonz, Lez, Heartbeats