The expectation

The slow blow of the breezy wind, the cold long night to hunt your inner soul but fail to the crane. Elongation of the time with no real deeds to engage you so far, to pass the time that you don’t want to hold yourself in.  The airplane makes the noise, and you hope someone to drop here to be with you, taking the very first flight that they can catch up... Hence, you create the scenes of some imaginary dreams, you write the screenplays and the dialogues to set the conversation with all your fantasies.

You are dancing on your toes, playing some happy hippie tracks to keep yourself up and tidy, hoping for some ‘optimistic’ fellowship to fall under your row. Maybe, you are denying the truth, the fact that you are lonely, maybe slowly the emotions getting you all into a black hole, but still- you are in a denial mode. 
The young adulthood in your 20’s is too early, maybe immature to solve all the puzzles of your queries. However, it’s unlike for anyone else, you know you can do it, you know you have been through it-  it isn’t the fresh experience of your life. You have been here before, many more times, you have faced, and failed but, set yourself to do it again, again and again. You haven’t given up, and you are 'determined' not to give up. And I know, you won’t!

You may need some motivation, you may need to push yourself little harder, and you know how to do it, you know how to make yourself happy: You create the world of your own, with unrealistic demands of your native thoughts and feelings. You play hide and seek, with your brain and the heart, you go for a deep conversation to explore your inner part.
Here, you don’t need a real person, you find the person within you to be enough for every little help and judgment, to be critical and, also to get harsh. And by carrying all these ongoing thoughts, you walk from a corner to the next, you enjoy pretending like you are walking with a love of your life. 
Moreover, as the night gets darker, you dream more with wide-open eyes. You know, there isn’t anyone to hear you, and you know, there isn’t anyone who will fly down for you. But, you convince yourself and tell, "Why would I let 'My Dreams' to go against my own will". Hence, you continue to fantasize more and more.

Therefore, you make sure that the silence of the night and this world, won’t jiggle down your warily dreamt thoughts. Because, you don’t want to die young, and you know you will never get the chance to be this young the next time, in the real world full of passive, normative responsibilities. And the fact is real. as said by the Shakespear, "This world is nothing but a theater full of actors, playing a role to impress one another!"

The weary stuff. 

(more to write, still undone!)