He stands alone, surrounded by people.
He searches the faces in the room, seeking a glimpse of invitation.
Music in his ears deafens the room into a sea of faces engaged in laughter and conversation.
Each a microcosmic world of possibilites just beyond his reach.
He finds no welcome and retreats to the shadows.
Suddenly the music becomes a silent hum, he feels the air turn heavy.
In she walks, eyes passing over the crowds before her.
Amid the darkness of the club, she radiates an ethereal glow.
He finds his eyes drawn to her, unable to turn away from her.
He recognizes her by her eyes whose beauty has lingered in his memory.
His only knowledge of her is through a few images and words on a screen.
Impressions formed in his mind are now materialized within a few footsteps.
The only colors he sees are the black of her hair, red of her top, the white of her skin.
Her eyes pierce the shadows and in the whisper of a second meet his.
He longs to venture forward and introduce himself.
He feels his pulse quicken, his lungs struggle to breathe.
His limbs are drained of the will to move despite the desire to
He scrambles for words to say to her but his mind is held captive.
He searches inside himself but realizes he has nothing to offer to her.
He finds no courage and retreats to the shadows.
She strides to the floor as the crowd stir and prepare for the oncoming show
She takes her place at the foot of the stage and begins the patient wait.
His eyes seek to catch a glimpse of her as the masses swirl around her.
He watches as those around her are drawn to her energy and beauty.
As nameless faces speak to her, he wishs the words were his own.
The room is filled with cheers and whistles for the spectacle upon the stage.
People laugh and are amused, unaware the true show is in their midst.
Her laughter and joy is amplified by the crowd around her, feeding her all the more.
As the lights are raised and the show ends she begins to depart.
The crowds mills around and slowly leave the room as empty as it began.
He is filled with electricity and energy from both shows he has witnessed.
But regret creeps into his heart as he wishes he had embraced his chance to meet her.
He watches her slowly leave, disappearing into the fleeting crowds... Only to remain a fond memory.
Sometimes I wish I was braver than I am. To bad it is easy to remain anonymous and unseen.
He searches the faces in the room, seeking a glimpse of invitation.
Music in his ears deafens the room into a sea of faces engaged in laughter and conversation.
Each a microcosmic world of possibilites just beyond his reach.
He finds no welcome and retreats to the shadows.
Suddenly the music becomes a silent hum, he feels the air turn heavy.
In she walks, eyes passing over the crowds before her.
Amid the darkness of the club, she radiates an ethereal glow.
He finds his eyes drawn to her, unable to turn away from her.
He recognizes her by her eyes whose beauty has lingered in his memory.
His only knowledge of her is through a few images and words on a screen.
Impressions formed in his mind are now materialized within a few footsteps.
The only colors he sees are the black of her hair, red of her top, the white of her skin.
Her eyes pierce the shadows and in the whisper of a second meet his.
He longs to venture forward and introduce himself.
He feels his pulse quicken, his lungs struggle to breathe.
His limbs are drained of the will to move despite the desire to
He scrambles for words to say to her but his mind is held captive.
He searches inside himself but realizes he has nothing to offer to her.
He finds no courage and retreats to the shadows.
She strides to the floor as the crowd stir and prepare for the oncoming show
She takes her place at the foot of the stage and begins the patient wait.
His eyes seek to catch a glimpse of her as the masses swirl around her.
He watches as those around her are drawn to her energy and beauty.
As nameless faces speak to her, he wishs the words were his own.
The room is filled with cheers and whistles for the spectacle upon the stage.
People laugh and are amused, unaware the true show is in their midst.
Her laughter and joy is amplified by the crowd around her, feeding her all the more.
As the lights are raised and the show ends she begins to depart.
The crowds mills around and slowly leave the room as empty as it began.
He is filled with electricity and energy from both shows he has witnessed.
But regret creeps into his heart as he wishes he had embraced his chance to meet her.
He watches her slowly leave, disappearing into the fleeting crowds... Only to remain a fond memory.
Sometimes I wish I was braver than I am. To bad it is easy to remain anonymous and unseen.
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Don't feel too left out... we have all been there and anyone who tells you he has never been afraind to approach someone they are lying. All I got to say is "WelCome to the club."
But I've always felt my feelings were more validated when people walked away realizing they just spent a good portion of their lives happy with someone else.
I don't need the headtrips, not that anyone does