sometimes i wish i were a little kid again.

skinned knees are easier to fix than a broken heart.

*fireflies in the sky*

three hours of bus rides and a 6 km. walk is what we took to reach one of the greatest musical experiences in our lives.

at a point, i could feel the music flow through my veins in the most literal way.

i felt truly alive.

i want to one day strip myself of everything i am moulded from and run into the wild with nothing.

no ideas, no opinions, no commitments, no morals, no hate, no love.

live like an animal for a day.

that would be great,no? :)

it seems like light years since i felt like writing.

illusions and disillusionment.

the things we want always seem so well-defined, every line fine and every detail well rendered to the extent of seeming plastic;

and then you go out there and try to find what you are looking for, only to be faced with a dull reality.

but not always. sometimes, reality is beautiful.

it might not be all you wanted. far from it maybe.

but it's beautiful in some twisted, tragic way.

it makes you open your eyes, open your mind, and embrace all that makes you.

in my head, i was born in the 60's.