Bye bye

The sunny evening clings to the skin like sweet syrup - sticky, a little awkward, and impossibly pleasant. The air trembles between the desire to be alone and the temptation to stay a little longer. Everything seems clear: everyone knows their place, their boundaries, their “time.” But the music whispers something else - that today you can allow yourself to be silly. You can dance barefoot, laugh too loudly, and kiss too closely.

Everything dissolves in this warmth - words, pride, logic. Only the greedy “don't come near me, or I'll eat you” and the tired “well, bye” alternate like waves. It seems like a farewell, but it sounds like a promise to repeat. After all, the night is short, but it's enough for madness.