New beginnings never really do begin at the start of anything, there is much that has come before which I realize cannot be dismissed with the turn of a page or the folding and storing of a memory. I guess this is an attempt at something different, something lighter, less personal and because of that less dreary I hope. The day was spent on the road between home and somewhere else and then back again. Yamagata's Sunday Afternoon playing through the speakers on a sleepy Wednesday afternoon. I kept turning the volume lower and lower each time I replayed it until her voice was reduced to a barely audible whisper. Good music has always been the best companion on journeys like these. The optimist inside of me says: I want to travel all over the world, to the most picturesque of European cities where everything will look like the movies I keep watching to fuel my wanderlust. Soft orange glow and a deep focus to everything, the background and the foreground merge into one, flooding my senses. As I'm dreaming I feel like someone both young and old, slowly coming to the realization that past experiences and memories coupled with future hopes and dreams merge into one single present: Waking up begins with here and now.
Disjointed(but hardly random) lyrics which have stuck long past the afternoon:
"You're scared cause I feel like home"
"Oh we're so disarming darling everything we did believe, is diving diving diving diving off the balcony"
"I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face, I love you my responsibility has found a place"
"Daylight licked me into shape, I must have been asleep for days"
"On dit qu'au-delà des mers, Là-bas sous le ciel clair, Il existe une cité, au séjour enchanté."
"I am yours now so now I don't ever have to leave, I've been found out so now I'll never explore"
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