Tie you down

There is a strange art - to want and not to possess. Like holding water in your palms: it seems close, it seems yours, but as soon as you close your fingers, it all slips away. Here, feelings are not loud, without shouting and drama. Just a slight confusion of two adults who seem to know how the world works, but still stumble upon their own contradictions. Love is there, freedom is needed, but the formula doesn't add up.

It all sounds like the morning after a long conversation: quiet, a little awkward, but real. When you realise that you can't ‘tie’ anyone down, even if you really want to. And that makes you feel a little sad, a little light - as if you're smiling at something that didn't work out, but was still beautiful.