it's pleasant here.

every few days i make friends with a song. in those few days the song empties itself into me, so my sweat smells of it, the space between my fingers and toes are filled with the tune, the words bubble up on my tongue and the chorus knots itself in my hair. and when i've taken all i possibly could out of the song, i look for another song to befriend.

but every now and then, when the song i was once friends with is on tv, my palms are wet with fondness all over again.

eirik and erlend, i've missed you.

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