Unter den Masken

Under these masks, teeth gleam – whether from a smile or a predatory snarl, it's hard to tell. The air is thick, as if made of smoke and wine, and in it dissolve fragments of yesterday's conversations, regrets, and overly loud laughter. Someone drowned their head in the nite again, and in the morning they surfaced with a heavy but still beating heart. Two bodies close together, but between them are kilometers of unspoken words. Fingers play with hair, as if you could twist the world into a neat strand and hold it. Everything seemed to be there, and it seems it still is - just in a different time, where nothing needs to be explained. It's crazy to fall in love with this chaos, but it's even crazier to try to escape it. The world is too strange to leave us alone, and maybe something is left of us - a little less than everything, but a little more than nothing.