WeIrd ImpERfection

its funny how some conversations start somewhere and ultimately a day or two after the whole incident when you look back, you hardly believe where you started from and where you've reached.
i was walking down the cobbled street in the wee hours of the moonlit night. Funny the way the moon shone on the rain moistened stones. the place never looked so beautiful before, almost gothic, almost like a scene from a heavy metal music video...dark. It is in this very same place i met old friends, made new ones and erased a few from my life, never to think of them ever again.
today i see someone i made friends in this very same place, overlooking the sea, with street lights lining the boulevard. there she was sitting on a bench, looking at the sea, the waves pushing a buoy about, toying with it. i notice something eerily beautiful, almost evil about the way the sea pushed the buoy around...
As i pass behind her i comment on the sea and the buoy, ' now thats uniquely beautiful.' and i walk on, knowing that she's heard it and maybe someday we'll talk about it when she's alone. i walk a couple of strides forward, the food and drink got to be digested even though i'd tell everyone it here i get my inspiration.
'great there is somebody who likes weird angles' she says from behind.
i wonder why would she say something like that. She quickly follows by saying 'you really find the angle weird?'
what is weird? just the way you'd want to look at it. no matter how imperfect our lives churn out to be... i walk back to where she is sitting and stand aside facing the sea... if yuo look carefully you'd see the horizon even in the moonlight.
People think you're weird... but i am doing something weird right now staring at a horizon not visible. here we go 2 people out to escape the world they live in, no one really knows the other apart from the occasional meetings at the boulevard. Weird... or is it???!!!
she tells me how she is inclined to becoming the personification of imperfection...
this starts up a conversation.
funny how conversations start at someplace and end at a cobble stoned boulevard, glistening in the moonlight, breezy with the night wind from posiedon's own lungs, tranquil with mist hovering above the streets with no names.
i came here to get some exercise, i had my own thoughts running through my head... introverted imbecile was actually out there to vent out some frustration and kick an empty beer can... but today it is different... its not about me today, its about her. i sit wait to listen and be part of this imperfect weirdness.
stories, questions and weirdness was shared tonight, misty and quiet... interests and views were exchanged and solutions were offered... later to realise that the very same issues i was trying to help her with apply to me. she seems happy with what i had to offer. a compliment makes me feel weird - ' do u knw that ur a stress-buster...'
no i didn't and have lived most of my life with a hell load of stress. so what am i doing here? i wish i could think of all this for myself and ease myself out, and wouldn't have to go this boulevard to find solace and to court with the stillness of the rough seas. this is the place where i come to search for myself, i don't want to walk down the wilderness finally not having realised who i truly am. but today i find myself exploring another side, a lost side... a weird imperfection?
NOT!!!!