Reflections upon a dark water surface
Docklands waterfront. 11PM at night. Outisde Lavish Club
I have stopped looking into their eyes. I searched for meaning once but found it not. I wonder if their eyes were searching too. Feeling the silence beat all around us. Is that why we surround ourselves with each other? With music and laughter and light? My attention is turned to a docking party boat. They cheer and blow horns as they pull in. I wonder what it is they are cheering for.Is it life? The surface of the water reflects the city lights. But I know beneath lies a silent abyss. Where neither light nor laughter penetrate. It coats us all. All we do is lie to ourselves to the terrible truth that encompasses everything. We are alone.
I have stopped looking into their eyes. I searched for meaning once but found it not. I wonder if their eyes were searching too. Feeling the silence beat all around us. Is that why we surround ourselves with each other? With music and laughter and light? My attention is turned to a docking party boat. They cheer and blow horns as they pull in. I wonder what it is they are cheering for.Is it life? The surface of the water reflects the city lights. But I know beneath lies a silent abyss. Where neither light nor laughter penetrate. It coats us all. All we do is lie to ourselves to the terrible truth that encompasses everything. We are alone.