Awkward situations are what cause significant remembrance. She slowly follows his trail as a dog in search of a convict, her mighty courage gleaming from her broken smile.
Suddenly from her left near a portrait of a large dog with a hat over its face comes a word from that voice which can carry the feel of a screaming quiet “Hey”
Tap is standing like a statue obviously trying to speak though he looks like a man trying to catch his breath while underwater.
“I think…you are the most… beautiful…thing I have ever witnessed. You muffle the gorgeous pictures that surround you, like a beacon. You make me the chair. I am a lonely piece of garbage thrown out, unwanted by the ones who tossed it aside. I am left to bear the wrath of nature. Yet there I sit, and I was given a chance an opportunity, to bathe in your light, you give this moment meaning. I wish I could stop time and life within it. I want to be a part of it and never forget it. You would be the backdrop of my most perfect moment? People lie awake and dream their cappuccino dreams about times like these, now, what I am doing and what you have made me feel. You’re my definition; this day right now will be remembered through the rest of my life. You pulsa…”
Before he could finish his sentence, she interrupted with a hand slightly raised and a turned head while inhaling deep breaths like she had just run up a foreboding hill from a place of free-spirited dreams.
“Stop” she says in a dented voice.
Tap stands frozen in time and wonders if it was something he said. He has blushed and lies in wait hoping for the words that may come.
“I look at you and I don’t see a man. I see someone looking for something to be his. For a night or maybe longer you are here, desiring all those things around you. You come to an art exhibit hoping to fall in love, maybe you came seeking a painting or picture, but you found me. Why, I, do not know? Maybe in some sense we are meant to find each other. Maybe I am here to find something as well and fall in love with it. I am lost and I am trying to be like that chair. No change, no difference, I want to be me, for everything I have experienced and lost. I want to be a portrait stuck in a moment, stuck where I can’t be changed. Maybe in this moment, as the object of desire. Maybe I want to be like the picture with no one desiring it in any sense and yet the focus of all attention.”
“So, what are you saying?” says Tap looking as though 20 tons has landed upon his back.
“I am saying no, everything in this situation is too perfect. A night in an oddly shaped art gallery, a man who can see me without his eyes and claims that I am the beacon to his existence, I would not know where it goes from their and even if I enjoy the thoughts that pour from your heart and they make me feel things I never have before, where can it go from here. Everyday, do you continue to tell me things that are new and beautiful? When does reality seep in and ruin everything? I want to stop this at the time when the black screen is flashed in white with THE END. I don’t want to know what happens tomorrow when the hero and heroine have a real conversation. I don’t want to get a late-night call that we are out of carrots, I want the world to flow and let the current take me to the places that I need to be. If It is meant to be it will be and my thoughts and my dreams and my desires will guide me to the next place.”