Sunset & Echo;

Sunset & Echo - Correatown



When I go out on my own
I tell myself, I'm not alone
Going past the same old places
I'm looking for familiar faces


When I go out on my own
I steel my heart, I'll never show
All the worries on my mind
I smile hello and I walk on by


Uh oh, here comes the night
Here comes the hardest part
Here comes the fight
Oh, here it comes the night
Here comes the hardest part
Here comes a fight
Quiet nights mean quiet
Quiet nights mean quiet
Quiet nights mean quiet


When we go out on our own
We tell ourselves we're not alone
Going to our favourite places
We're looking for familiar faces


Will I see you?
Will you know my name?
Will we care?
Will we feel the same?
And will we listen or will we talk?
Will we laugh?
Will we walk?


But you're not used to,
Fear the quiet nights
I used to long for city lights
All the sounds and all the faces
And all, you're still captivated


Oh, here comes the night
Here comes the hardest part
Here comes the fight
Oh, here it comes the night
Quiet nights mean quiet
Quiet nights mean quiet
Quiet nights mean quiet
Quiet nights mean quiet






x

She turns around, face flushed and tries to meet his frowning gaze. Nope, she thinks, I can't look at him. She takes a step closer.. and another, her eyes fixed on the floor all the while. She tries to gesture, but these hands, these hands don't listen. Nothing ever does. Only him. So she clears her throat, takes a deep breath, and feels the familiar warm rush in her eyes.

"I don't know what to say or how to feel. I just know that looking at you, thinking about you, trying to be the same for you just makes me cry. It just... the tears, it just falls. I don't know what it means, I don't know how to show. I can't ask because nobody knows. So I let them flow while I try to find a place for them. They don't wash away in the shower. They don't hide in my pillow. They only trickle along my skin and skirt the lines on my face. They don't seek a place to fall into, for my hands can only but catch them and not wipe them away. They get angry and blur when there are flashes of you in the dark. And when they get angry, I fluster. I panic. I try even harder to find them a safe place. I try to squeeze my eyes shut, I try to pray them away. But as hard as I try, they try harder to resist. They resist the duvet, they resist the thinnest of fabric. They push and push like the heart, trying to beat against time. I try to tell this heart, please slow.. Maybe then they will listen, maybe then they will fear, or better, the tears will stop fighting if this heart will bring me to a still."

She steals a glance.. maybe two, but all she see is just a hollow face. An empty still heart. She wants it to beat again, maybe.. for her?

"But when the tears touches the tip of my tongue, I realized how very stale it is.. and how very bitter the aftertaste can be. And it echoes you. You give me the best of everything - the light-headed sweetness and the cruel bitterness. And it dawned on me that these tears belong to you. They look for you, they yearn to be kept away by you. A flick, or the lightest of touch and they'll fall away with you. They don't want to be in your shadow, they want to feel your light. But if they can't, if they can't rage against the night, they'll die with the quiet of the night. And that's what they do, they fall into submission in the hard cold silence. Every single time. No more chasing of lights, no more racing the heart. They leave the chasing to be done in reality when they tire. They led me here to tell you they can't take it no more. They're done looking for you. But I know they'll never be done, they'll never be done unless they can take me back to the past where light didn't exist. Where they've never wanted a safe hiding place in you..."

He tries to reach out to her, his fingers unable to find her. She doesn't need an obligatory pat, let alone a hug - she just wanted an answer. She swallows (her pride perhaps?), and slowly lifts her eyes to his. With her lips quivering, "So please, please tell me where do I keep them if you don't want it? Even if you're all they think about? I... I just need to know, because they threaten me all the time. I just need to know, need to.. need. I.. I don't want them needing you anymore, I just need to know what to do.. what to do with them. I want to do without them. I want.. I want so many things, too many that one should ask for," she nodded her head, "but this, this is the one I want the most. To not want you."

And with that, they held the longest gaze they never should have had. 

x L