| 3:12p |
i saw him again, the old man, who is visiting me each time with different face. i was in an empty open-air stage, some kind of event that have not started yet. he was sitting peacefully writing down some notes with hint of blissful smile in his face. i was in black, going surely for the first row in the middle, looking as relaxed as possible.
later, when i was waiting in a long row by the entrance of some building, he, while passing by straight to the door, handed this previously seen note to me
besides all other i cannot remember, there was a text: blue is for happiness and red is for responsibility and love. responsibility and love was merged in one word |