.: A little taste of obscurity :.

:: Thursday, August 30, 2007 ::

butterfactory

The sun streams through these opaque curtains, its soft rays fluttering over my eyelids. My fingers roved under the covers as if in search of something. I wasn't sure what I was looking for but when they came in contact with your hip they stopped travelling. An army of alphabets took position at the edge of tongue, waiting for the right moment to spill out of my lips. But my lips remained pursed and funnily enough, I wasn't bothered.

Because all that mattered was that the sun was up.

As the jumbled words swirled in my mouth, I stared at you because I wasn't quite sure what to do. Pretty soon it unceremoniously turned into a competition to see who would speak first. "What time is it?" I was so overwhelmed when I won that I completely forgot to answer. And then you turned to look at me through your groggy eyes. But I knew you didn't need the answer.

Because all that mattered was that you and I were awake.

You slowly clambered off the bed and even as my head was buried in the pillows I could hear you showering. It was the usual - either you or me first, then the other. In less than 30 minutes we were both at the bus stand, enveloped by the warmth of the sun and its accompanying breeze. A few strangers gathered around us, their eyes half-hiding their separate lives. I wanted to strike a conversation with them - to share thoughts and opinions and beliefs, and maybe just simply ask where they were going. But I merely put my head on your shoulder.

Because all that mattered was that we were waiting for the same thing together.

The bus didn't arrive in the next ten minutes. I turned to look at you, with the intention to ask you what to do next. "Wanna just cab it?" you asked me, giving an answer before I could question. Earlier I had wanted to start some philosophical debate about waiting, and how it was the one common thing everyone had (besides basic human needs and the different debatable levels of desire and fulfilment) but all I could muster now was a goofy smile as you hailed a taxi.

Because all that mattered was that in the end, we always agreed on something.

Before I could register where we were, my taste buds were introduced to a Double Western Bacon Cheeseburger. I wanted to get on my feet and jump onto the table. I wanted to tell you and everyone else around us that this was what we were all waiting for, and to some extent, this could achieve world peace. But all I did was gaze into your glazed eyes.

Because all that mattered was that we had the same taste for everything.

And then we took a walk along the shallow lake, watching kids laugh and splash water at each other. There were couples lounging by the benches, and some pseudo-intellectuals reading under the shade. The bright midday sun made my eyes squint and you thought it funny to take pictures of my undeniably Chinese eyes. But I smiled excitedly and posed nonetheless.

Because all that mattered was that you thought I was beautiful under any circumstance.

I had a bottled Frappucino in one hand as the other held yours when we walked along the beach. We had been underwater just a moment ago, clapping hands as we watched the dolphins play. The pain in my ankle became more apparent and the path ahead began to scare me. "You alright?" you asked. I knew sooner or later it would become a nuisance. But I nodded my head and continued walking.

Because all that mattered was we were taking this journey together.

Before I realised that the sun had set, I was already sprawled on the bed. My feet stretched to search for the cool bits of bedsheet. I felt my face contort to resemble that of a retard (is there such a thing as an elegant stretch?) and I could hear your soft giggles sneaking in from the corner. Though instead of calling me Spasticus you asked if I was okay for a night out, as if you knew I was hiding my pained ankle. There was no way I was going to miss tonight's drinks, even if I lost my legs. When we're on such great heights (I'm not unoriginal, I just love Postal Service), nothing could make us return to the bottom. But as usual, I didn't speak a word.

Because all that mattered were those three words you knew I wanted to say all along.

:: Another pointless rambling at 3:57pm ::