Sunday, April 10, 2011

{{ waiting for magic }}

Is it possible that there is no longer any means of knowing how you are?
I'm thinking about you

Friday, April 8, 2011

{{ 25 minutes }}

Time is a scary thing.. then again so is love.

It's scary because it's vulnerable, and uncontrollable.
It's scary because it's without logic, and without reason.
It's scary because its beginning and end comes without notice.

This must the phase that so many songs, poetry and stories are about.
This must be the feeling that so many artists express with passion in public spaces.
This must be the part of our lives where we learned the most about life itself,
and most of all, about ourselves.