It’s a strange feeling when you stare out into the distance in the middle of the night. These lonely times are the ones that force you to think the most. You are trapped alone with those thoughts within your mind that keep pestering and reminding you of the strange occurrences that haunt you. In your mind you can hear a beautiful song play that echoes through the echoes within your head. There they are, those hurtful words spoken that do not seem to rest for at least a bit. All you can do is close your eyes and wonder if one day they will let you rest once more. Once you had a smile upon your face, but now you are left with nothing but despair. You sit there alone at the edge of a lake staring out into the reflected moon.
Sometimes I wonder if I have put this fate upon myself, you only do the things you believe you are capable of. You want to do something, but everything seems so harshly one-sided. Running after everything that you can only to come and realize that there is a loneliness setting in your heart. Some despair simply tries to seep in to make sure that you realize you are very much still alive. Perhaps all of it is a lie and I may one day wake up into a whole different reality, which may release me from this bizarre realization that I am trapped in a vicious cycle.
“Wow, what got stuck up you?” a calm voiced suddenly asked me, as I snapped out of the melancholy that has fallen upon me. “Oh sorry, I can’t help but voice my opinion sometimes. You looked so down I just had to pick on you a bit!” I never even realized that she was standing there, which quite frankly surprised me. “Hey dude, the silent treatment is much harsher than what I said!” In the night her laugh echoed quite loudly and I couldn’t help but do the very same. Before I could say anything she just dropped herself next to me.
Leaning back and stretching, she started staring at the view that was before. “I always thought I was the only person who enjoyed this view. You can see the light reflect into the water from the station, but somehow the moon still sticks out no matter where you look!” Couldn’t do much else but nod, as she just slapped me on the back out of nowhere. “Man, you really are quite the gloomy individual! Something must be really hurting you, especially if you come out to this little place here.” After one last stretch, she laid down into the sand with a big grin on her face, as she seemed to enjoy the silence. Her eyes looked up at the sky, as if she was looking for something up there. Maybe she is also haunted by something that drew her to this place. Could we share a similar fate?
“Man, that asshole really should’ve just been honest with me!” she let out, as some tears tried to escape. “I always came out here to get my mind off of things. Staring at the reflection somehow felt relaxing and soothing. Lately, it just does not have the same effect that it once had. It’s been quite lonely sitting here, but I guess you know that feeling quite well.” The way she got up to grab her legs while looking at me with hopeful eyes. It almost seemed as if she was hoping I’d agree with her. Maybe she just wanted me to call that unnamed person the way she did to further give meaning to her opinion. “Ooooh, the silent type, I see! Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone!” Her mood suddenly shifted and she tried to keep up a strong smile.
A small breeze came in shortly before she stood up. “That is my sign to get home. If you are worrying about little ol’ me getting home safely, I don’t have to go too far to get home.” Her expression almost made it seem like she was jokingly flirting with me, but for almost a split-second you could see her face fall apart. Something started to come back that pushed her usually smiling face away for her emotions to come through. “By the way, the name is Jen. If you ever get bored at night and need some company, just come to this spot again. Lately, I have been out here almost every night. Had a fun talk, see you!” I never had a chance to introduce myself. She left as she came. I do wonder if she will be out here again tomorrow. Makes me wonder if we could in fact have another nice talk. Wait a minute! I haven’t even said a single thing.