it’s only now the characters both wake up
and feel the atmosphere around them.
tonight, he have the world as shelter.
he felt the warmth of the sun.
he felt pain and tasted blood.
is your skin really this soft?
you just kept on watching the angel
and the woman falling in love with each other.
i thought it was boring.
i tried to draw you — sideview — in the dark
but nothing came up resembling you, and
i was having this crazy idea that you would
turn into someone i used to know.
let’s go home. are we leaving the fries here?
and the usher kept flashing her lights on me
because my feet was hanging on the empty
seat in front of us. and you asked who sang
the theme song but i didn’t know who.
it’s only now they both wake up and see
and i turn around and i see you covering
your eyes and i asked myself why do people
have to look around as dark and light projected
from the screen. it left me dumb silent and was
hopelessly waiting for you to talk, and imagining
you and i were somebody else because we’re
all lonely here and we’re altogether and we all
want to belong to someone else, or we won’t be