untitled continued, #4: I opened my eyes and inhaled the dusty air of the old room.
I’ve been running for quite some time now, sometimes stopping to catch my breath. It had been brighter outside when I stopped here. Now I could only see my shadow cast by the light outside.
He stopped to buy something from that man, some food I think. He’ll spend the night here.
The dancing lights came back, but this time there was loud music. It was joyous, festive, a certain sign of a celebration nearby. I had to go out and see. Surely, he’d be there too.
People were dancing. They were talking. Eating, singing, and telling jokes. I had no one to chat with, so I wandered about, hoping to catch a sight of him. Being here alone takes the pleasure away of mingling with these strange people. And I am quite preoccupied looking for him. I’m growing tired already, so I sit down in a corner and amused myself by watching the people around me and listening to their conversations. I tried remembering why I was there.
The princess’ name was Desire. She wanted to draw and so she did. She wanted to dream, and dream she did. She wanted to love, and so…
wala pa...
