Lover's folly.
She smiles. His hand touch hers. She utters a muttered giggle, and reciprocates the gesture with equal affection. The crowd, to this beautiful display admire the actors as they look away with discomfort. Eyes shot away with what seems as an attack to each individual; A sharp note from the orchestral box; A boastful presence of something the audience has yet to obtain.
The harsh reality continues for minutes. Minutes that feel like hours. Light conversation afloat, whilst they look in each other's eyes, knowing that in their world, all is right. Their world is the fragile world, the world that could crash at any moment. But at this moment in time, as which everyone around them, their friends, the audience, plays with the idea of screaming. Their world, the fragile world of love, is so envied by the group that, with the presence of two versus five, the minority makes the majority feel inferior.
And in true form, the rain comes to wash away this beauteous blashmemy, for of course, anything so perfect, has to be a sin. Only God alone could create something, a moment, so perfect and concrete. And, after this insubordination has continued, only God should intervene. And the crystal drops of pain and sorrow fall, they fall on the group, on the audience and the actors, moistening the stage. But, even God could not ruin this pause in time. And as the audience flee from the theater for security in the safer comforts of their own abodes, the actors, seeing adversity and hardship, stand alone.
In a defiant step, their necks bend, but slightly. As they slowly and almost magnetically are joined, the rain itself intensified. They kiss. The rain pours. The kiss. And the rain falls more. And it falls. And it falls. But, the rain falls not in their fragile world. Their fragile world, where in this moment, it is sunning.
The harsh reality continues for minutes. Minutes that feel like hours. Light conversation afloat, whilst they look in each other's eyes, knowing that in their world, all is right. Their world is the fragile world, the world that could crash at any moment. But at this moment in time, as which everyone around them, their friends, the audience, plays with the idea of screaming. Their world, the fragile world of love, is so envied by the group that, with the presence of two versus five, the minority makes the majority feel inferior.
And in true form, the rain comes to wash away this beauteous blashmemy, for of course, anything so perfect, has to be a sin. Only God alone could create something, a moment, so perfect and concrete. And, after this insubordination has continued, only God should intervene. And the crystal drops of pain and sorrow fall, they fall on the group, on the audience and the actors, moistening the stage. But, even God could not ruin this pause in time. And as the audience flee from the theater for security in the safer comforts of their own abodes, the actors, seeing adversity and hardship, stand alone.
In a defiant step, their necks bend, but slightly. As they slowly and almost magnetically are joined, the rain itself intensified. They kiss. The rain pours. The kiss. And the rain falls more. And it falls. And it falls. But, the rain falls not in their fragile world. Their fragile world, where in this moment, it is sunning.