"We can all FLY as HIGH as the DREAMS we DARE to LIVE, unless we are a chicken"
I inhale a puff of menthol nicotine while walking the street lit by the moonlight. The moon was starting to lose it's perfect roundness. But. It was still stunningly bright.
Staring at the blinking star, I hear a voice. A vague voice. A hum. It came from the guy walking in front of me. He was singing -- louder and louder. He did not hold back even when he saw people in front of him, nor when he felt my presence behind him. What a daring boy.
Then he got more indulgent. He started waving him arms (ala boyband video), singing his hearts out. I joined in. Softly though, I didnt want to break his trance.
Then I said to myself, in hope he'll hear my voice...
"I'll be your audience, will you be mine?"
Staring at the blinking star, I hear a voice. A vague voice. A hum. It came from the guy walking in front of me. He was singing -- louder and louder. He did not hold back even when he saw people in front of him, nor when he felt my presence behind him. What a daring boy.
Then he got more indulgent. He started waving him arms (ala boyband video), singing his hearts out. I joined in. Softly though, I didnt want to break his trance.
Then I said to myself, in hope he'll hear my voice...
"I'll be your audience, will you be mine?"
