Open road.

Tonight I feel ambitious and so does my foot as it sinks on the pedal. I press it to the floor. We're flying forever bored. And for a moment I love everything that I see and think and feel. I love my broken side view mirror cause its so perfect. Im so perfect, you're so perfect, you're not here. I hear the change in gear. My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road. This is an open road song. The night is becokoning although I have nowhere to go but home. Feels good to be alone. With every turn comes a new frame of mind... if I could frame my mind, where would it hang? I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore as I pour my poor heart out to a radio song thats patient and willing to listen. My volume drowns it out, but thats ok cause I sound better than him anyway, any day, yeah. My voice is sweet as salt. I search for comfort and Ive found it where Ive found it many times before. Times before can be forgotten.

Mas que nada.

Tengo tantos sentimientos, que se cancelan unos con otros.
Fill in the gaps.
New job. Old skills. Some hope. No rationality whatsoever.

Grand theft Autumn.

Barbossa: The world used to be a bigger place.
Jack Sparrow: The world's still the same - there's just less in it.

Geoffrey Rush & Johnny Depp. Pirates of the Caribbean. At world´s end. 2007.

PS. This is for Blaine, my ideal of a mountain man, who tought me some dos and donts about season semantics (among SO much other stuff).

Somethings missing.

What happened to people an love? What about 'lets grow old together'?
I believe in love. I stand for love, not confort, but love.

Stop this train.

Living is mainly all about paperwork and the pursue of happyness.

Inaudible melodies.

Crazy little society.
We keep defining our success by enumerating our possessions.
Next thing you find yourself growing old, getting sick and you realize that you cant just jump on a plane today.
What are the options again?