The Lost Prince…
November 20, 2007It's true. A party isn't a party until someone crashes. “I'm sick of this. Can we go somewhere else.” I told Harlem after downing my last shot for the evening. “Relax. We're moving. I have an idea.” Harlem said after giving Tricia a customary kiss.
“Look at me Alvs. I'm a citizen of the world. No permanent address and no city I can call home. Harlem said after giving instructions to the pilot.
“You left for a reason Harlem.” I concluded after I fastened my seatbelt.
“Exactly. I don't want to be in a place where people are defined by shiny cars, posh pads, and bloodlines. I'm sick answering questions due to my having a famous last name. I wish I could go back to middle school. Do you remember how it was Alvs?” Harlem said after handing me a Browning newsletter.
“I do. But this is my life now. I have to deal with this. I have so many questions. I don't even know where to begin.” I declared while stroking my dark brown hair.
“No one else can speak the words that come out of your lips Alvs. Why do you think I keep moving from one city to another?” Harlem gushes while we prepare for take off.
It was a scene straight out of the movies, posh privileged lives of two young moderately good looking guys on a private plane. To the casual observer, it would seem like they have everything they could ever wish for. To a few, envy might even be elicited. That of course is to be expected. If only they knew what we've held in our chests.
Harlem said it straight, "having everything is no answer for loneliness." and I had to agree. I've been lonely for quite a while. The realization that all the external things, the levity and frivolity of it all, was a poor substitute for real happiness, was a bit of hard pill to swallow. But then again, it's something I know I must deal with now. I won't be young for very long. If I am to find substance, then it has to be soon.
I wish I knew the way. I wish I could finally feel the rain on my skin and speak the words on my lips…
I wonder, in these modern times, is it hard to admit that the Prince needs rescuing as well?
Previous Comments
Question man, would you rather worry about a broken heart or herpes? hehehe
You my friend is immune, right? 
Must you ask a virus if other viruses will take advantage of another?
Of course not! We strike as all for one and one for all! Hehehe
Posted by virus at November 21, 2007, 2:38 pmso you’re only moderately good looking now? nyaha!
Posted by fence at November 22, 2007, 12:02 pmTypo error man… Shall I edit it?
the prince lives!! hehehehe
Posted by trish at November 23, 2007, 3:37 pmah what a tragic thing it is to be young, affluent, attractive and idle … i wish we all have your dilemma
Trish, I’m still dancing with life.
Onyxx, you don’t have any idea how hard it is to stay gorgeous…
you dance very well..i wish you well and hope to catch ya next time *wink* hehehehe..tcare!! *hugs*
Posted by trishy at December 12, 2007, 2:42 am
Oh hogwash! The princesses nowadays would even hold your hand and bring you to bed just as long as you know what price is right (in quezon ave, makati ave and whereever ave). Hahahahaha! Just kidding…………or am i?
Posted by virus at November 21, 2007, 2:23 pm