'Lost & Found'

They never recovered their former selves. It was lost in the mix. The mix that'd happen when they'd communicate: in any form, at anywhen, at anyone (but together, as a joint chorus - complementing each other, exacting ying yangs and vice versas). One would be the other's shadow, as one would be the other's object. After all, they could only make the light together. Their songs were heard for miles.

They first met at a desolate place, the middle of nowhere - they were both lost, not knowing where to go or what to expect, they just kept moving (sometimes telling themselves to be strong, and after a while they were: hard and unrelentingly sceptical; with dark halos and drawn to themselves) and now they were here. It was a dead and bone-dry place, where ghosts, stray winds and low sounds sheltered and found comfort. Some slept and made beautifully sad dreams. The skies were with aurora. And the ground: ash white. It seemed almost improbable, as it was a wide open space but they crossed each other's path. They crossed and it was then that their eyes met.

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Listening to:
Sigur Ros' 'Takk'

Reading:
Very Slight Stories

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