* * *

We sat and talked. For ages. It always went like that, from the dawn of the time – at first we didn’t know how to start and then we couldn’t stop. Conversation shifted and flowed and somehow we touched the simple, common jealousy people sometimes feel. Hating someone for succeeding at a good thing is what the little, petty people do, he said. I smailed. I might have worked all my life to be humble and don’t rush judgements on people, but I still agreed wholeheartedly.

Already after couple minutes conversation had shifted again, and we discussed some peculiarities in the human anatomy. Word was big, topics unlimited, but evening had only so many hours.

End of April, 2018.

* * *

Way too much emotions, way too much words. Scrabbling, bubbling around, allowing neither order nor sense. Blarght. Elephants. Parrots. Cucumbers. Cumbersome. Let’s play the game. Equinox. Xylophones. Sugar. Rumpstelskin. Niagara. Adored. Daphodil. Lunar. To play this game it is nice to know a lot of words with different final letters. Some languages totally suck for this. But we must get somewhere with it. Without words there are no thoughts. Without thoughts there are no… No nothing.

In the middle of the March, 2018.

* * *

We used to have it all, but now’s our curtain call
So hold for the applause, oh
And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow
Oh, it’s our time to go, but at least we stole the show
Least we stole the show

Kygo – Stole The Show, met via Sofia Karlberg

Suzanne

You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she’s half crazy
But that’s why you want to be there
[..]
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
[..]
And you know that you can trust her
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind

Leonard Cohen, Suzanne

Can I trust?