Walk in the night

How could one keep one's chin up in the face of the darkness of the night?

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Met Mystic for dinner tonight. My first time seeing her ever since I was back from the United Kingdom. Dinner was good because the company was a friend who could bear with me. Where humour in my words was meant to be used to help me see the brighter side of all things. Yet perhaps the humour is, to also be the screen to hide the darkness within.

Whatever it is, I thank Mystic for her thoughtful black hand towel. I know I may pick and fuss over it, but in truth, I hope it would come handy when my palms start sweating in this humid weather when I play on the double bass. I am admittedly a little dubious what difference this towel would make, for I have yet a good experience with a black hand towel, though I would like a towel in black colour. Could one push oneself closer to darkness when one lives in a world full of contradictions?

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Parted with Mystic, but the night was too young to head for home. Strangely, there was a need to bathe oneself in the melancholy of the night. In my walk, I saw a friend along the way from City Hall MRT station to Esplanade - Theatres by the Bay, but I have no wish to walk out of my own world, so I merely nod my head to acknowledge that I had seen her and off I walked away. Forgive me, if I were to see you out on the streets and if I were reluctant to say a greeting. Likely I needed space, or at most, a quiet company.

The night brought one the urge to be on auto-walking mode. As if breathing the mysterious forces of the darkness would help one find parallels to that unexplained sense of dismay. Then when one gets in touched with those dark forces from within, one's dismay would be replaced by creative forces that would help one see the beauty and hope in things no matter how dim.

As such, I continued to be intrigued, by the walk in the night. Such that after reaching Esplanade - Theatres by the Bay, I continued my night-walk to Dhoby Ghaut MRT station. Along the way, I saw some new sights and had some new experiences. So there was my walk of at least 40 minutes. A walk in hope to find some glimpses of hope in that darkness of the night.

Now my feet are tired and so is my mind. If the search had not been futile, then all these would be worthwhile.