u ve got worlds to live, but who are u?

I delayed my day. I didnt sleep again, i didnt breathe again, i didnt think again. I went to the core of the city and “ho fatto la finta”/ pretended day is going on. Under the Red Walls, on the grass – day wasn’t going. I didnt enter university. I called to my work and for the first time missed it. Just told i wouldnt appear. Thast happens.

I needed somebody who won’t ask me questions. I came to his place with strange feeling that i can tell him everything, every single detail of my head and thats why i just don’t need to. Like he already knows. He was playing guitar, he was playing guitar and i was sinking in blue music and my thoughts. He didn’t ask, he was playing. We went outside, sat, and after first glass of champagne i realised i don’t need to keep on here – “make me a bed please” – i asked him.

- U wasn’t home yesterday – he told me the next evening, when i appeared to my family with sea food and white wine.
- I wasn’t home yesterday.
- Why? Why after this i need u to talk for hours, to be with u for hours, and u need to run away? I feel like i rope u to me and if i let u go – u will “fly away”.

And we were talking for hours. About worlds of us which we are trying to go along each others.

Delaying this week – in the morning before exams i was sitting at the monument of Lomonosov with a morning newspaper, trying to be a part of the world which considered real one. Probably.
World of us.
World of mine.
World.