I wish I could live forever in a night, the night before.
Everything happened, it was gorgeously well structured. Every laugh, every dance, every photo,every kiss... It seemed magical. Maybe, it was because I wasn't sober, or maybe because I didn't involve myself too much into these persons.
Until I met the spider, making another spiderweb. Throwing myself to the spiderweb didn't seem attractive to me, and I feel proud to reject it. But that encounter ruined my night.
My tears mixed with the humidity of the street as I was walking. I just needed to sleep.
