I've always hated this time of the year. It's a time when our very foundations are being tested, when the future of our relationships is uncertain. A time of great sorrow and grief, but also a time filled with joy and an overwhelming sense of peace. We're all anxious. We all make plans how we're going to recreate our existence. Yet all too often we fall back into old rythems, because stepping through the door, just seems so incredibly hard...
Did you ever think about the connection between love and our senses? It's always been strange to me. My lover kisses me and I feel a tremor in the back of my knees, the sinapses fire orders to move my legs my arms - she's the one for me, my one and only. And I know because the smell of her makes my head spin. I get a physical jolt everytime she sends a glance my way. She touches me here, I feel it there. I touch her anywhere and I feel it everywhere. Can anything change that? Can anything make me hate her, and all that she represents? Perhaps there is something so despicable, so heartless, that it would replace this desire with complete and utter numbness. Perhaps there is nothing that can be done and what shall forever remain is a clenching hunger for a profound and pristine connection...
Daleč je daleč, daleč je zdaj...
