B.

It was just the two of them, surrounded by cold.. a few dim lights lit up the pathway . She gently put her arms around his back and pulled him close. It's like she knew, without a word, without a sign; she just knew he felt alone and cold. He hugged her back as she rested her delicate chin on his left shoulder. 

He felt her warm breath upon his neck, a warmth not to be felt until long after. Her cheeks were so cold they almost stuck to his. He could have made a move, but it would've ruined the moment. Instead he chose to embrace that feeling, that moment. When someone so fragile gets close to you, you become afraid; the fear makes you frozen and stuck in place, such as a swan in the middle of a frozen lake. A fear of breaking her, as if she were an object. 

And so the innocence started to fill him up, until everything felt pure. All that existed in that moment, was innocence. This is a memory he will carry forever; when the night gets too dark, when the paths become a dead end. He will turn back the pages, back to this chapter. 

Farewell, B.

"Can you hear me?"

Love,Just.

Can you hear me?

Are you hiding? Was it your shadow, that passed by mine tonight? 

Out in the cold, surrounded by the leaves and naked trees. A whirlwind of the past hit me in the face, and I almost woke up. I almost came back, looking for you, for me.. for us. It's all but voices in the wind. The sweet taste of perfume left like a trail, meant to be followed. 

So was it you? And if it was, where did you go? Why didn't you stop? 

I can't find you if I don't know who you are, love.



"Can you hear me?"

Love,Just.

A glimpse of what you truly are

I've been walking down these concrete roads, back and forth  no matter day or night. Two steps forward, look back, keep going. I've been on many crossroads, ah.. so many chosen paths. There's even more to come, and many to be left behind. I'm not even halfway through my journey, and I have yet long distance ahead. For many trees I will pass by, an almost endless pathway.

As it was bound to happen, I got lost somewhere along the way. I do not claim to have found myself yet, but I have become aware of where I'm at. I find this place comforting, if not enjoyable, yet I move forward towards a better place.

"Behind the ice cold glass, within the dusty pages, I  caught but a glimpse of what you truly are. I want.. I need more. These pages will not come to an end, not until I decide so. It's my film, I make the cuts and I decide the ending."

"Can you hear me?"

Love,Just.