Before I can grasp it, I have it in my hands,
what am I to do with this foreign concept?
I can be a part of my play, dab a pinch of rouge on my lips,
recite lines to my ghost lover in sweet undertones,
paint a transcendent scene for all to behold,
but to face the realness of touch, of depth,
to become lost in the soft tangles of another soul,
I would have to trade the solace of my armour in its purest form,
would have to release myself from the warm darkness,
it terrifies me.
Bon Iver & St. Vincent – Roslyn
Cider Sky – Northern Lights