it was only september, but it already smelled like winter. the cold air from the north sea was slowly creeping inside the room. we sat by the semi-opened window and smoked in the dark. i could feel your every breath and movement and hear your thoughts twisting together with mine. the night was silent and we sat there without saying a word that could make the magic floating in the air vanish.
the smoke was playing around us and looked lazy while rising up to the ceiling. you put this song on my laptop and it seemed to go along perfectly with the darkness inside.
Beethoven\’s Moonlight Sonata, Laurindo Almeida
you stood still until the song was over. you blinked a few times and i think i spotted a faint smile on your lips, but other than that you hadn’t moved a muscle. you felt the music in a way that others can’t. i looked at you the entire time and i could feel the music through you.
smoke, darkness and silence.
Tags: connection, darkness, moonlight sonata, music, smoke
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Seems like that you have no time to write any article anymore. I find that your blog is somehow poetic and romantic! Keep writing
Cheers from Indonesian blogger!