Two days ago, 
The ones that bring back to me haunting and reminiscent memories from a few days stay in Venice.
We found last places on Rialto bridge that is usually extremely crowded. Photographers love to gather there massively. Especially in the evening hours.
I was overtaken by strong emotions and had so many thoughts in my head that I would rather have stayed silent. I believe that it’s better to keep your mouth shut instead of sharing anything that is inside you with a person that is not able to understand and empathise that. And sometimes it’s better to keep silence, just because.
M. wanted to wait for the blue hour so I did. You can spot the blue hour twice a day. It’s this twilight when the sun is at a depth below the horizon and sunlight takes on a blue shade.
Either I want it or not, blue is kind of my colour. People associate me with blue. I have ice – cold blue eyes and my skin is so pale that you can easily catch sight of blue veins covering my body. Blue is cold and nostalgic, like those evenings that I like the most.
I can not perfectly recall what M. was talking about. I just remember his mouth moving and his hands gesticulating but none of his messages could reach me. I was in my own spacetime. Staring into the horizon. Watching gondolas and boats passing by. I had this feeling that I’m losing my grip again but at the same time I was excited for the changes that were about to come.
Thanks for stopping by,
Agi