@Ivan018 29 November 2021

Gray everywhere I look. A fragile umbrella does not protect me from the rain carried by the wind falling from all sides. I go down to the city center. A large number of obligations. I practice in advance how to say the most dignified "Sorry I'm late with the payment. Thank you for not suing me." In vain. I'll look embarrassed anyway. I know. The only thing that has kept me normal for some time is the constant thought of you. I can almost physically feel you next to me. I try not to recognize you in the blurry reflections of the women I look out of the bus window. Impossible, I know, you're far away. Too far away. I turn my head with great effort. The music that follows the flow of my thoughts and completely complements your character, comes from the headphones. I'll post it, it's worth it. My bus stop. "Excuse me, are you going out at this station?" I go out, and turn up the volume, hoping it'll stop me from talking to you as you were next to me. In fact, I don't care. "Hold my hand, love. I want to feel your body and harmonize the rhythm". The rhythm that carries us into the twilight and rainy night. You create beautiful music with the steps that resonate on the asphalt. The whole city pulsates in that song. I'm smiling. For you, mouse. https://youtu.be/sWv5fonSsIE