God, that room was dark, everything in it was my creation. Then I got going, I tried to get me over to another part of town, but, dammit!... I was walking a huge circle. I ended up in a box right next to the dark one. Not disappointed at all, in-fact... The new box I created was even better, my body drained in adrenalin, made my mind go bananas. It had red, soft lights, blending me as I fallowed the rhythm... Music 2. The shame was disintegrated by every breath I took my feet felt like feathers and my hands like fluffy clouds.
I left, even though the box was pretty sweet and charming. I was so tired from being up all night (and from all the walking of course).
The city never went to sleep, my streets where never empty, I was not lost, I was curios. Made me forget to pay attention of my view. The people sawn by me, the ones strumming the streets with a blurry destination. With a bit of fear on that red road, the streets never stop tasting as organic flower holders, the smoke brings love.
A stranger, dark skin, same hight as me, black tennis shoes with the sign of peace on them. A dark bitter voice asked me if I wanted to buy some cocaine, the way he asked was like if he had been using the same sentence over, and over again. I bet he made others horrified. I didn't react so much, just made me thinking about the drug.
Luckily I remembered my code to the card that gives me money now and then, I had 2 pay Mr driver, he told me to be careful with the seats as I got in, he took me a way, wrong and far. At least I saw some new views, and it was nice being derived. Karma hits me when I least need it, like the apple that fell on Isaac Newton, made him think about gravity. My incident made me think of what I should say arriving home at ten o clock in the morning, being gone all night and sober.
Well I managed 2 get my self home, everybody was still asleep, and my adventure was mine. A bit sad I never took the red box with me.
But in that big city, you are never alone.
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