Wandering Connections
Have you ever sat in a darkened room, the low bar lights and dance floor strobes the only light you see? Have you ever found your focus drawn, like a moth to flame, one sole quest, one small hope… That her eyes will catch yours. You spend the night, forsaking the crowd. You spend the night, ignoring the show. You spend the night, sitting there alone. The people swirl and the action happens but none of that holds your gaze. Perhaps a brief interlude takes you there, a flicker of a glance pulls you here. But you let your normal go, you bide your time, even as your mind always come back daring to hope… That her eyes will catch yours. You find tonight the flame you follow burns not with the crowd, not with the show, But with a wish you know will never happen… That her eyes will catch yours. You watch the way she moves and acts, when she smiles content, when she frowns in concentration. You map the way the world moves around her and the way she commands the world You study details, drinking...