Walking through this silent corridor, I felt your voice vibrating against my skin. I knew it was you; only you could have erased the boundary of my skin and accede to my thoughts, even though I was careful not to show my eyes, and to fill with meaningless words that empty space between the fleshiness of my soul and the inquiring nature of your look. I looked away from you, and yet I was vehemently yearning to touch you, to disclose whether you were real or not. In my weakness, I was not willing to trust a faint soul anymore, nor a human hand that only cared to express the strength that my futile appearance seemed to be lacking. I was wishing for sincere silences. I was only wishing for eyes that would not feel committed after revealing the feelings behind, that would not regret a single instant of our untouchable anxiousness and mutual fixation gathering in between us, (like two lovers who have not kissed yet), that would be able to depose the chains of a future that was denied for both of us beforehand, and just feel, in a fraction of a second, that love may not be only being together, but merely the connection we, unconsciously perhaps, built between our once distant souls.

Have a happy new year, you too.

:: Flugufrelsafrinn, Mílanó- Sigur Rós ::