The next day love felt something different. It didn't matter if someone found him. He would be okay, he felt like that.
He suddenly felt lighter, he didn't walk out of his apartment but seemed to samba. In his head there was smooth jazz playing, accompanying his walk and his normal chores. Marc Love at least for now was free.
He sashayed past the front desk the kid following him with eyes. What the fuck? No one usually has that much energy here, the paint cracked, chipped and fell before him. But Marc Love with each step got brighter and brighter. A performance not for anyone to see, a conversation with some lost part of himself. He was ecstatic, full of more voice than a megaphone, and more moves than a chess board he thought to himself. He liked that, and his hands almost shimmered to their old ways.
He kept a rhythm strange for someone to walk like that and for at least one minute he forgot who he was. He was swinging from the street lamps like he was singing in the rain, and just when he turned around he saw the kid for a grand ending he saw the kid. Staring mouth open.
He felt his stomach drop, should he pretend he didn't see the kid, or should he tell him not to tell a single soul.
He ran towards the kid
"HeY!!"
The kid stunned took off.
He suddenly felt lighter, he didn't walk out of his apartment but seemed to samba. In his head there was smooth jazz playing, accompanying his walk and his normal chores. Marc Love at least for now was free.
He sashayed past the front desk the kid following him with eyes. What the fuck? No one usually has that much energy here, the paint cracked, chipped and fell before him. But Marc Love with each step got brighter and brighter. A performance not for anyone to see, a conversation with some lost part of himself. He was ecstatic, full of more voice than a megaphone, and more moves than a chess board he thought to himself. He liked that, and his hands almost shimmered to their old ways.
He kept a rhythm strange for someone to walk like that and for at least one minute he forgot who he was. He was swinging from the street lamps like he was singing in the rain, and just when he turned around he saw the kid for a grand ending he saw the kid. Staring mouth open.
He felt his stomach drop, should he pretend he didn't see the kid, or should he tell him not to tell a single soul.
He ran towards the kid
"HeY!!"
The kid stunned took off.
