Dreams in the Shadows
Dreams in the Shadows
By Bedor Alobaidi
Photographed by:
Joelle Blanchard-Figment Art Photography.
Longing comes in the form of delayed waves... it does not cool, its rivers do not dry up, and it does not die to the point of disappearance. Longing is renewed by a word, a whisper, or a picture from memories; even casual conversation is revitalized in half a minute if one of the hearts beats for the other. Then one called the other with calmness and steadiness, attractive and elegant in his silence that expresses much of his exceptional qualities. She thought he was truly longing for her, but the coldness of the replies killed the eagerness between them in mere seconds. Thus, she is a dreamer, and he plays the role of the controller as usual; no expression dares to escape his lips for her, nor can he shed the role of the virtuous city man from his character, which is almost defined by a mixture of arrogance and pride, with a complete lack of understanding. A man closed off to himself, despite the presence of the passion for life within him.
Perhaps he considers her existence a sin, while she considers him, with all her spontaneity and innocence, the happy life every girl dreams of, as if she were a princess from Disneyland. He sees her as a puzzle whose codes are difficult to unravel, and she considers him very deep, even if neither speaks the language of love. The language that brought these two together is incomprehensible and convoluted, filled with many complexities. They search for each other in the faces and conversations of passersby, and she imagines him as the hero of her favorite movie, "La La Land." She expects a happy ending with the hero, but the last scene of the film is shocking to the degree that it resembles real life, filled with shocks, disappointments, and sadness.
The film's events were a dream or an illusion, if the description is accurate, and I fear she will remain a prisoner and captive of the fragments of his words, while he resides in a place very far from her, in bliss with another, and perhaps others. She contemplates and believes she will have an awaited moment of change. And what change? The change that comes after a year, two years, or three of waiting? Ten coming years? Or a lifetime and beyond? Neither moves an inch towards the other. Until when?
An open ending... She hopes something will happen that can change the course of each of them. Hearts that wanted to unite but did not. Hearts like water, lost in the depths of a forgotten sea or ocean. Such is their story... they live on hope. Just hope.
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