Musings of a deranged saturday mind

I was out in the party. Saw a million women around . Most of them pretty, lively, and smart. Dancing to the beat. How do I go and speak to the "one"? So I look for a familiar face. Find them. And spend the evening with them. They are cute. Funny. Sassy. Time passes by. Midnight clock strikes. I am half-drunk. Look for the subway back. And I Take it. Two girls sitting next to me. Two strangers. One was sublime. The other lost. But trying to be funny. She was gazing an empty bottle. The bottle was rolling on the floor - from me to her and back. She smiled and said, "It's not me." "You are giving me ideas," I quipped. But hmm... not interested. I was fixed on the other girl. I saw peace, quiet, and a face that was telling me a long story. Asking me to fill in the words. What's lurking behind those soleful eyes? Is she lonely? Is she looking for love? Is this love? How can that be? No, may be just a wanting to love. But huh! How do I go and tell her that? So "I was sitting in the fence". Her station came. She got off. My jorney continued. To my empty bed. I write this. I kiss this. Oh! well I might just go and kiss the air.