The Walk

The streets are empty. It's midnight and most people are home, sleeping. But here I am walking the streets of my hometown, hoping that one kindred soul is also out on the street just like me, looking to fill up an emptiness that has been welling up in the soul and wanting ephemeral gratification. The odds are heavily stacked against me. But desperation knows not its boundaries. I keep my fingers crossed that a person coming from the opposite direction would be a match to my raging hormones tonight.

I walk a few blocks. Not much luck. All I see are drunks, tottering home. But I am not discouraged. I plod on. Until my feet lead me to an internet cafe that's open 24/7. An oasis in the desert that is my hometown. A temporary relief. But tomorrow, I must walk the lonely walk again, for a chance at salvation.