aranciata, you try..

just around the river bend

 

its almost that time of year. the cold is creeping in. slowly. but. surely. I never close one of my windows and I was awakened last night by a nice small chill coming in from outside. I had to turn off my fan and I ran back into my covers. and this year. its going to be different. ive got a new bed spread. don’t you like. I cant wait.

salut

john

my.personal.heater

squeeky

the heart is full

play and read. 

Jess and i were driving up the canyon saturday night while listening to this song. she said, this is the perfect music for what we are doing right now. as i swayed my shoulders back and forth i smiled and agreed. it instantly became nostalgic and almost euphoric. the moment became still for a moment. i looked back on what she and i have been sharing together. what we were sharing together at that very moment. i thought i could listen to this forever if it means we are doing this right now. so i cant stop listening to it. i dont want to listening to it. i dont need to stop listening to it. 
on the sea. 
future unwritten. endless possibilities. bliss. even if we knew how much further we had left to go. it would do little to know if it again meant that we would be here. that we are here. right now. where we belong. nothing else really matters. its a intimate and personal realm of belief and thought of mine but i want to share it with you guys.

salut
john
sunflower.is.the.new.snowflake

i thought. well. now that you got the message. restart the song and read along. got you. 
  

Out on the sea we'd be forgiven
Our bodies stopped the spirit leaving
Wouldn't you like to know how far you've got left to go

Somebody's child
Nobody made you
It's not what you stole its what they gave you
In or out you go
In your silence your soul

Would you rather go unwilling
The heart is full and now it's spilling
Barreling down the steps
Only a moment left

In hind of sight no peace of mind
Where you begin and I'm defined
Daughter of unconscious fate
Time will tell in spite of me
In hind of sight no peace of mind
It begins and we'll be fine
Where shadows bend and suddenly
The world becomes
And swallows me in

Whistle to a friend
Gentle til the end
Anyway in a name
She takes shape just the same 

beach house - on the sea