Tie you down

There is a strange art - to want and not possess. Like holding water in your palms: it seems close, it seems yours, but as soon as you squeeze your fingers, it all slips away. Here, feelings are not loud, without shouting or drama. Just a slight confusion of two adults who seem to know how the world works, but still stumble upon their own contradictions. There is love, there is a need for freedom, 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 realize that you can't “tie” anyone down, even if you really want to. And it 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.