now dance with me

a real sense of aesthetics and beauty and adventure, real romance, like the winter sun filtering out all that's foul in the air; wild bike rides through the beautiful city nights, through the lights, flashing in the mind with joy and ecstasy, smiles and the good life, i miss you all. all parts of time have strange parts to them, and they don't always fit together, and i find myself in the middle of those crossroads scratching my head, wondering where to hitch the next ride to. sunny sundays are calm but deceiving, the winter is so beautiful and there's so many little cosy feels to look forward to (the past recycles back into the future), its hard not to feel lonely. but it's quite nice emerging on the other side and seeing that all is mostly still the same, and all is fine (right?), and paris is still beautiful, and amsterdam sometimes cries at night, and the mountains never even cared.

i missed the mountains and the quiet, so i built the quiet in my room, and built mountains in my head, but no one came and looked at it

emotions: editing photos and cheesy music late at night; dreams: visions of a different life; fears: the desert; everything: the past beautiful faces & people long lost, life incredible tranquil & lonely, lazy hazes languid smokes hanging in air like clouds do; angelheaded jumps through the fluff and rough patches scratching on the solid Y's and question marks, stark naked waking in the middle of stars, welcome to the future each and every moment so be it looking out of doors closed roses smiling back at you sighing back at you spitting back at you

because winter was beautiful too and there's a chill going through us all