but w
yes
we have met once before
but
but
but i still didnt knew
his voice
sounded like
surprises
every time he opened his mouth
the words
coming out not written
in a voice i found difficult
getting to know
over again every time he spoke
so i forgot the words
accompanying the unexpected melody
of talking
so when did you meet
i mean
i dont really remember how he appeared
but waiting for our luggage at the airport
is a situation i only can see through his eyes
because i looked away
on my phone
so we didnt talk for a long time
on the airport
no not on the airport
but you know it was him
yes of course or else it wouldnt be so
uhh
difficult
looking up
i see
i can only visualize his gaze in the back of my head
approaching the city
soundlessly
you can actually fall asleep on that commute train
it is so quiet
holding your breath
out of excitement or something
diving into the city
is more quiet
after coming home from a trip
the air inside your home has been standing still the whole time
like you need to be physically present moving things around
the air
waiting for your arrival
and life starts circulating again
and airports
somewhere in between realities
just rolling along
always loved that
right me too
like you cant affect someone elses
world
nor they yours
it is definition of not belonging
yet
like
everyones luggage
circulating on that uhh
baggage claim is that it
i think so
signs in between gates
i didnt look back at him
because
well
i knew i would get eye contact and
well
maybe it was too much for me
that move towards
an intimacy already established
like
how do you do that
shake hands
like
ehh
no
and now he tucks me in and it feels good
i guess
in the end
maybe it was about timing
where had you been
you mean like at the airport
i noticed him when waiting for my luggage
suitcases moving in circles
in the corner of my eye or more like in the back of my head
because i can still just remember the awareness of knowing very well that i was being looked at but didnt dare to turn around
and now so many years later
i feel old if i start counting
he wraps me up in clean sheets
soon spilled all over
takes me days to change them
wasnt this tonight
yes but i know myself very well by now
i will be too busy keeping an eye on myself
i will forget the laundry overall
but you always leave the subject
when i ask you questions
your mind is filled with freudian slips
slipping around
soapy floor
forgot to clean up
forgot to mess up the cleanness
to challenge the structures
what are you talking about
you never told me about w
you never told me about anything but his eyes in the back of your head
as it was a hairdo
accompanying your bags your shoes your home your life
why were you on the same flight for instance
i dont know i was on my way home
from where
let me finish my sentences
our time is running out
so what do you want me to say then
uhh just answer me
then let me answer
so answer then
i dont even know if we were on the same flight
i had just returned from venice
beaches ive heard
nah not much
a lot of art i can tell you
dragging my legs behind me in the end
boring
no just
i dont know
hundred thousand beautiful buildings become a duty
in the end
mimosas on piazzas
hah yes
i know how the feeling
have you been
no wait you cant have been
beaches in venice
only
marathons under water
wet sneakers in the streets
in a moment of some climate
venice beach
not the same
haha wow of course not
what was i thinking
i guess i am used to the more
uhh norwegian pronunciation
or whatever
italian
venezia
we can say venezia
to clear things up a little
make communication a little easier
not easy at all
not at all easy
haha no
