Suddenly everything shifted, everything has changed. How can I celebrate or deny an imaginary feeling? Especially one that will never come to fruition. Surprising me, this implacable un-loss, a heartbeat not yet heard, it belongs to no one. Such an odd thing when something unknown inside is already known by its name, even its color. A familiar unfamiliar rustling, so ephemerally understood. Even though it is an intersection of thought, biology and emotion, it can never be. Ever. This is why I weep and run.
Fever Ray - Dry and Dusty
photo via Laura Makabresku