Parallelism. We will never meet.
Ting tong !
My door bell rings. I wonder who is that. Because no-one knows my this place. Its a secret place of mine. But there’s one who come often. I guess its him. Its raining outside , so i guess he is cold , wet and in pain. Like a deza vu, of last time before. But i am angry should i let him in. He always run away without a goodbye. He will be here some time and then just disappear without even telling once rain is off. I will let him in , since he’s an old friend of mine.
I opened the door and said “Here you come to me again?”. He went introspective when i said that. But he was all wet so i let him in. He said “Thanks, (in disguise)”. He was in pain but he was hiding that.He looked confused and paused looking at me. I guess the shame of not saying a goodbye. But i understand him , i know his little secret. Maybe that is why he comes to me , in time it rains. Because he know i understand. But i gave him a look , i am here if he wants to open up. Maybe he is tired of same old conversation every time. This time he just want a rest. “Good to see you my friend, he said”. I tried my best to be humble towards the pain he is feeling. He doesn't have to explain to me what he wants to say. But i don’t want to tell him , cause he doesn't want to be understood or be influenced.But what he doesn't know is that its not possible not to be influenced. If not by me then by himself , he is and always will be influenced. I told him its nice to see him too. And can’t help but ask him if there’s anything he might need. He said nothing , thanks , just some peace. Peace , haha.. I thought. He is just a little weak. Like all of them outside. But not my problem , so no say. I kept it to myself.
I don’t like seeing him like that though. Its tough for both of us. Not having a conversation we already had thousand times. Constant avoiding each other. Still somehow we meet , in pain , when time pause just for us. For us to meet and greet , for old time sake. I sat next to him to make him feel ease. I bought a rum and a cigarette for old time sake. Now he doesn't smoke or drink , I don’t know how i feel about that. Maybe good for him? I took a sip and flew the smoke. Suddenly he said , i am lost. And want to escape. Want to free himself. I told him then stay here , with me all free and yourself. Even though i knew he has a life to live , and dream to follow and responsibility to give. Give what he took . From whom he loved. He wasn’t listening to me , i know he doesn't need my help. He just want to sit here sometime , until rain washes away. And he will run leaving me drunk with rum and cigarettes. Because that’s his escape, his freedom is escape from me , its his rain that brought him to me , and i know a new dawn will come , when he will go away from me. Its just that we had to meet for old time shake. And rain will only stop , from running away from me again.
