What is it that brings the heart-broken and the lovestruck towards the wonders of the night? Is it because this sense of romanticism and loss is so overwhelming that they become nocturnal? Or is it because they are drawn into the mysteries of the beautiful night sky?
Like Van Gogh, some of my friends have painted the Starry Night during midnight conversations. I, too may have painted it, might have talked to them about a wonderful but fleeting feeling or a sudden sense of depression or loss.
It totally sounds emo but sometimes people just feel this way. And you just have to vent, talk about it.
So are you in for another midnight session or have you slept already? Are you already dreaming a blissful dream?
This entry has been inspired by three of my friends. Different stories from three different people.
One who is in love with his friend, one who is obsessed with a friend and one who is at a lost with someone so close and yet so far away.
These three friends I have come to know because of their feelings towards their muses. Three ladies who have struck them, who caused them sleepless nights of conversation with me and their other friends who are also searching for that kind of spark.
Listening to them, my envy to those who are in love has diminished. It’s like they love for me. Somehow I feel their pains and their joys, as well. It’s like love is electricity and it is flowing through all of us. And even though I’m only a spectator of things, I am happy that I have partaken in these series of events as an adviser or just someone you could tell everything to.
To them, I wish that fate would be on their side and if ever they need me I’ll gladly help.
