A drizzling night

As if the cloudiness of the day was not enough, yet again I have
skipped breakfast.

It was drizzling last night, the golden arches a refuge in my head.
The phone was ringing heavily, pounding in my ears.

"Are you there yet?" says a voice, incognito but yet familiar.

At the same time, two bodies were getting lost in Sheung wan, the golden
arches their destination.

Threading the stairs, I was activating my only vessel to hear the
voice of reason, of intelligence and of pure love.

In my head, Oscar Wilde is gay. Dorian Gray is definitely his lover.

There was another character in this charade. A confused boy whose
responsibilities are greater than his age wishing for love
to find him.

The swift movement of the trees and dark corners of the park guided
me through as I descend the narrow roads.

It was nearly midnight, two lost souls, a love waiting and a responsible
boy all converging into one person.

And all I wanted was a burger.

It was a drizzling night.

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