Feel it in your fingers. It’s that time of the year again. Let’s push beyond what’s between a woman and a man, beyond the temperament of a season, striking at the ice or fire dilemma of creation itself. Half-complete sentences with a rush of words storming against ones own thoughts. A non-sinus sufferer without a cold-casualty earning a ‘thanks for saying madness’ after an hour and forty five minutes… or so. The sky is blue, the sun is yellow, the world turns. 35mm scene of two becoming one – cuddling up in front of a blazing non-existing fire in the dead of winter… warm and woodsy with hints of pine. At count three buttons or too oozy to have lost count… and a hint of sweetness – cozy and inviting.
Your heart skips, your head whips around, the shivers jog down the spine and you laugh, fooled for a breath…and yet you wonder. Will you stop looking at that fucking watch? Before, after, now, then, soon, late. Who knows? Time is a mystery. Come with me
31 dec 09′