Step after step, through the glass door. You are standing there, doing… God knows what. I came to you with an opening, saying “hey”, and you shivered ’cause you were not expecting me.

Clay and glue, coffee and tiramisu. Word for word, time passed through. You say it sparked just like that, and I am way too gone to believe that.

I don’t know whom I should believe. I feel cold, blasted through the heat.

I jumped thirty feet down with my glasses on. When I crawled back, you wondered why they were gone. So you told me to get them back, and so I did, just put them on your head.