#corpuesdelicti

[synthiafranco]

I recall singing a David Bowie's song, then he opened the door and pulled me in. "The music is outsideeee...", I said, to which he replied "oh you can sing really well". Next he spoke of new music, compositions inspired by an unknown land. His hands were kinda cold or perhaps I was not expecting his touch and how his hair felt next to my ear. It was late outside, inside, the walls were perceived like melting, the city lights lingered and it all was like he thought he got me wrapped around his little finger. This is only the fragment of a story never to be told again...