Run into a dirty old 2 with a Lynch like red chairs and clumsy walls
Tram is shaking and Im trying to balance imagining myself on a surf in some warmer country
Going to the middle
Opening my Tinder
Just a little bit of casual swiping will not hurt
It hurts only after
Next stop
A couple comes in from behind me
They are glued to each other, barely speaking and walking, but still do
I smile
“Hold on something
Hold on me!”
Yells the guy
She can’t grab hum enough but finds a type of hug putting her head on his shoulder
Like a baby crying for long and finally falling asleep
Her eyes are closed
Her face is expressing an absolute agreement and acceptance
He says something to her on an alien Russian
She nods her head to everything
Being in a drunken for love absolute they are not able to speak
But if they fall they fall together
Never liked slippery weather
