'are you ok?'
we did it ocasionally, on ways back home, when full of flustration and an nihilist attitude. still we felt like a humans not the less. for some we were even heroes i guess. shut this old record up. we gonna have a slow dance. i can't see nothing, so you can't too. happiness without a glue. during our dance we won't be worry, we're just sinking in a backyard lake of glory. with tired smiles under closed eyes. it felt so shinny afterall. my hands ticking on a face.
'are you worrying?'
oh, not at all.
we moved slowly. carefully putting our feet on floor. we kept quiet. this is the right door.
"are you ok?"...
answer me, please