be good

The night was full of haze and noises. 

Bright lights mixed with sparkling dots and quick fainting colors. Blue, red and yellow assorted in a grey mist. 

We walked home, accompanied by an aura of peculiar excitement, which was inhabited by a sense of nostalgia and this special sadness only time can cure.

It was time we found; 

Not on the street or in the promises of a new year.

 We found time for childhood-memories and almost forgotten hope, as we watched E.T. .

There is something timeless about it's aesthetics. 

Something beautiful that pours right into your heart, and makes you realize, how many thoughts and memories you left behind. Thoughts and memories not destroyed by time, but slightly covered by it's invisible dust.

You tend to forget those things while growing up, while watching too many films, reading too many random stories and being distracted by life itself.

How beautiful is the thought of being this connected to a friend, that you feel all their love, pain and even hunger, thirst and desire for knowledge. 

That there is literally a physical and psychic connection between the two of you.

These kind of connections do exist, binding us together like most fragile, invisible heartstrings.

They might not be as strong as illustrated in the film, but they are present and you can feel them every time you stand still; still in one moment and lean in very carefully.