Central Park. Fall. They meet in the park.
- I am sad.
- I know. Just come sit next to me and let’s… be sad for a while.
- Yes. let’s be sad for while.
- Sounds like a plan.
They dissolve into the scene. Their fingers interlocked. They take in the beauty of the park, they leave out the people. They take in each other’s warmth, smells, heartbeats… and they are sad. together. for while…
(said in a whisper)
- and then what?
- and then nothing.
Then their laughter… once again rips through the park. through the fall… until everything dead is gone. and there’s nothing left but white, very white snow…
8 comments:
a plan, but then what?
the park promised us of something but you should see it now.. i don't have a plan anymore. do you?
I decided that we should allow ourselves to be sad.
since ever you told me that to be sad is wrong. well maybe not. anyway I fight it over and over and still I am... so now I just sit still and be sad. hih.
i told be being sad is wrong back when you used to ask me how come i'm happy all the time. well we were young. i just didn't think you should identify with edith piaf's tragedy at 18! :)
i still say we should be happy. sad is good sometimes but it shouldn't be chronic and then accepted as a life style.
when does it... 'start' to become a life style?
beautifully and sadly written..
i am sad as well these days.. :S
there's sadness everywhere
maybe it's the time of year
or we're growing old
i can't remember anymore :)
Growing old.
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