“Here Comes the Sun” – Nina Simone
Guys! The sun came out like a snap today, like it had never been gone for all those drizzly days. Life and work might be too full still, but at least we’ve this warm corridor to run through on our way.
look through it…you’ll find it there, as she walked right by me. amidst the fallen beat, she felt the pain still and looked..”hey…won’t you be here by that time?” ..silence trapped his throat and waved farewell.. till the last one dropped, for he fought this tears for years. - the Hill
so she said..head nodded..searing her eyes through the acorn…this is page 1 i assume? then the smiles grew from the hillside….mmmm nice dusk..
the keys played right dad? there were white keys and black keys dad.. yes son, it played right on the key..for sure, for the longest time…. that is why you came along. - Martin
There is something that happens to one on a plane, my heart was a little heavier as I left the city than when I had arrived. I left opportunities, friends, possibilities, and I left him in that city I fell in love with in such the short period I was there. On the flight back, all I could think of was how I was of the world, but separated from it while looking out the little window at 30,000 feet. It almost changes everything that happened there, it is the bridge between what was imaginary and what is real on the other side. So I hid between my headphones and watched the world pass below me, and wondered what life was like down there.
Stretching away as far as my eyes can see
Deserts and darkness, my hand on the wheel
have you ever been in this kind of situation?…ever recalled when you wanted a job so badly, but yet you weren’t sure if you’ll have it..then suddenly, you choke when they shook your hand? or was able to finish all your paperworks so other people can have a job as well? yes. this is happiness.
walking along the shores one evening, i noticed how the the sea brushes its tips on the shorelines and it was random.. water doesn’t take shape..it follows its plane..it follows the form of where she is.. pressure makes her go high..or waves it low..surfs on the right by dawn or from the left by dusk.. how’s your surf?
even the smallest faint of light can be seen from the darkest skies