Folie

Someone once told me that he had always looked in from the outside, into restaurants which he could not afford. With hunger roaring in his belly, and wistfulness on the forefront.

What could I say to that since eating in those places is highly overrated, and most of the food there has been previously frozen? I could understand in theory what he meant, but not really osmose what he had felt.

That is until a few nights ago. I was waiting for someone outside an apartment complex, when I was privy to a very intimate moment between two. It was simply a couple moving into the first floor of that building. The living room was vacant except for a few carton boxes, and they were laughing about some silly joke.

Sometimes one is not aware of what is lacking until it is presented before you. I felt a pang of envy, and a bit of sadness too.
Summer is upon us, yet that makes no difference in southern California. It is always sunny, smoggy, and crowded too.

Some move in together, and some drift apart due to irreconcilable differences. When exactly, due good intentions turn to shit between two people crazy in love?

Therein lies the answer...they're warped in a cloud of enraptured folie.




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