Music: Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone With You - Seven Swans
Mood: Calm
This is it. Here on the tip of my lips. Here I am on the edge again. The change of seasons make me conscious of the seconds and years. Some things have worn dull with time; yet others still sharpen the senses. The intersection of here and there is in an impalpable distance. Let me find the way with the occasional echoes from your voice.
Are you afraid of being seen? If you are, then maybe you should stop right there and try to sneak past in the night. In the night when you could comfortably turn your sore smile into an angry brow or a passionate glance. Will you just hold my reverend gaze and understand that I love you in the night, when everything is as it should be... when there is no reflection of colors, the hues of complication during the day; just as it should be, the darkness and the light, me hanging on a string, hanging onto your words. Now it is precious, because the outside air is warm, and the days... they are at their longest.
Mood: Calm
This is it. Here on the tip of my lips. Here I am on the edge again. The change of seasons make me conscious of the seconds and years. Some things have worn dull with time; yet others still sharpen the senses. The intersection of here and there is in an impalpable distance. Let me find the way with the occasional echoes from your voice.
Are you afraid of being seen? If you are, then maybe you should stop right there and try to sneak past in the night. In the night when you could comfortably turn your sore smile into an angry brow or a passionate glance. Will you just hold my reverend gaze and understand that I love you in the night, when everything is as it should be... when there is no reflection of colors, the hues of complication during the day; just as it should be, the darkness and the light, me hanging on a string, hanging onto your words. Now it is precious, because the outside air is warm, and the days... they are at their longest.
wow.