“Click”.

It’s that simple, it’s just a gesture, that starts with a crossed glance of looks and a random conversation, but with something else that just letting the time just drive off.

It’s so difficult, so unique, so singular…. so special, that only a few can brag… or maybe regret to have felt it.

To have been given the chance that moment to share more than words, the chance to look up and realize the person standing in front of you is for real, one of the few that you will encounter along the years, and with time you will realize how small the percentage is of those people throughout your entire life. They are like trains without stopping that you can either choose to jump into, or watch them leave, crying from the platform to never see them again…

I certainly don’t know how it happens, but it happens, they represent the sense of touch of some invisible hands that give you safety; all of a sudden you lose your fears to fly, and your most secret and primary features are enlighten; for a few seconds, against all odds, you become that figure under the spotlight on stage that everybody watches, but in your case, your public becomes only that person, and before you say anything else, you know it, you have just heard that sound inside your soul: “Click”.

Together you both represent a perfect symbiosis, a constant exchange of words and thoughts, endless curiosity and complicity, that at the same time is able to be summarized into the most simple and small gesture; a smile.

Without knowing how it has occurred, you felt comfortable enough to reveal them your secrets, your fears, your questions… you don’t expect them to answer them, neither to solve them, but just the fact of sharing them fills you up, its a true gift… that unfortunately almost never happens.

We spend out lives thinking of all those moments, in all those people that they could have been and they never became, in what is awaiting in the future for us and in what we feel, while you don’t realize that we still are on that platform and we tend to forget to check both ends, we forget about the shadows around us that are also waiting… waiting for that unique muted sound, waiting for that personal epiphany, waiting for that train that it might never arrive…

And in between the whispers of the failed hopes, lying against an uncomfortable solid wall, within all those memories that person shall for ever remain, they will never be replaced and they will always be part of your life, on the shape of a picture hanging up on the walls of your experiences, and you will always be part of their wall, too… and that’s how it works, what a shame not having enough nails for this wall.

J.

Photo: Tampere, Finland. January 2016.