Most days I really am content with being alone, but then sometimes, when I watch a movie or read a book that has a love story in it, or when I notice lovers passing me by on the streets I realise than even though I'm not lonely, somewhere deep down inside I still want to find that someone, that anyone who'd make me forget about my past, and help me embrace my future. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that it would be nice to be in love again, whatever being in love even means.
Everytime he looks at the stars, he feels like he's opening a door. He could be anyone, he could be anywhere, he could be himself at any moment in time, any instant in his life. He opens that door and he is struck with the realisation that he is the same person under the same stars, camping out in his backyard with the one he lost forever. The same person who drove away into the night, stopping only at the edge of the city, looking up at the same stars. Out there, where the world begins and ends, it's like nothing ever slows down, but always keeps on spinning and morphing into something beyond his comprehension. When sunlight breaches through the darkness and the stars prepare for slumber, he is not sad because it is over, he smiles because he knows he will walk this road again.
