I wandered the empty streets, singing songs in my head, pretending that the streets were full of people dancing with me.
Why not pretend , when the illusion is better than the delusion?
I saw a couple behind the window of a bar, they weren’t talking to each other, they had been arguing, each of them staring into their drink, waiting for the other to make the first move.
I knocked on the glass and they looked up, I smiled. They smiled back, as I walked away to the music in my head, not knowing if they had made up or not.
I remembered you, and all the fights we used to have. I remembered how your eyes used to try and talk to me, waiting for me to make the first move.
So here I am now, surrounded only by the empty streets and the music no one else can here.
I feel like the catcher in the rye until somehow I’m caught by the angels I had always dreamt about. - A London minute