It was a risk and we knew it. We took the pill, we held each other hands and ignored the side effects. You started to look at me in that funny way and I was pretending not to appear to be high but we were experiencing the same. You said: “enjoy it!”, and I did.
The lightning was kind with our scars and ugliness, not too bright but enough to see the lines separating us from the others .
Smoking our fatigue in a joint made with our moist flavor the moonlight was enough to enter our eyes, see our darkness without fears and become addicts to our weird beauty.
Silence and music were accomplices, we were falling without skin, mixed, holding us with our souls and finding the sweet side of our perversions. We were dancing into our dilated pupils and believing that we can stay merged until the next love pill.
I still feel that connection, two guys playing video games separated by thousands of meters and without knowing each other, but using the same pink avatar that makes us feminine and masculine at the same time.
We can keep it going, I know it, but we need to find that dealer called destiny who we found in a queer party or on an autumn day.
Aprendiendo a escribir.