"What do you think about this? Do you want this?"
My mind was hollow, clear but troubled from my wishes.
The sun had settled down.
A gentle whistle had gone through my hair.
Bronze light has covered the edges of buildings, that lie ahead.
Strange shadows, cover the sidewalk.
Silently he walked beside me, waiting for an answer.
The store's had closed down.
Pink and blue clouds had rotten over the sky.
"Yes, I do want to."
