Something's missing, I think. Like salt, not necessary - but then again, it is.
The violins remind me that I am leaving, but I'm still here, and there are still countless hours, days and nights until August. Or so I like to think.
I've said this before, I think I had read it somewhere, or maybe I made it up:
The world begins, inevitable, towering and full of possibilities.
I'm off the rails now, running through an eternal meadow that sleeps in shades of gray. It begins to rain, or maybe it had been raining this entire time.
All I know is that I am free, and almost exactly at the place I want to be.
Ahh....
What is missing?
About Me
- Skyfall
- Full of life, colorful, happy - always, always happy. His life is a dance floor, music flows in him, through him, he never gets tired of dancing, of laughing, talking, creating and thinking. He is flamboyant and audacious, and content at being so. He lives to enjoy the color spectrum in all its great impossibility.