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smooth sailing = yes. it's exactly how i feel now.
Julie With, by Brian Eno
I am on an open sea
Just drifting as the hours go slowly by
Julie with her open blouse
Is gazing up into the empty sky.
Now it seems to be so strange here
Now it's so blue
The still sea is darker than before...
No wind disturbs our coloured sail
The radio is silent, so are we
Julie's head is on her arm
Her fingers brush the surface of the sea.
Now I wonder if we'll be seen here
Or if time has left us all alone
The still sea is darker than before...
change is nice.
this morning i walked in the mist. all around the block, five times, feeling the water rush across my mind and obstructing my vision. wandering, feeling the air with my hands. i wore the sweater i slept in, a pair of jeans and sneakers. i noticed the dew everywhere, the clean feeling of rain against my skin, the softly-rough feeling of cotton against my back. it was...lovely, to say the least. i wondered about a certain someone i know, who's on a boat in san francisco right now and i wondered if he was thinking of me at all. i thought, how amazing, to be on the sea in this weather, it must be so cold and i hoped he did pack for cold weather after all. i imagined i was flying. houses would form themselves out of the mist as i kept walking, and after an hour there was a clearer freshness about the day. i came back home and ate dry cereal and read the paper and discovered this song. and...existence is just so good right now, so so good. i love it, this life.
niyati, talking to you last night was the most wonderfully fabulous thing. i don't think i've had a long, beautiful conversation in such a long time. you really are awesome. ♥
so...hello, all you people. how are you today? :]
Julie With, by Brian Eno
I am on an open sea
Just drifting as the hours go slowly by
Julie with her open blouse
Is gazing up into the empty sky.
Now it seems to be so strange here
Now it's so blue
The still sea is darker than before...
No wind disturbs our coloured sail
The radio is silent, so are we
Julie's head is on her arm
Her fingers brush the surface of the sea.
Now I wonder if we'll be seen here
Or if time has left us all alone
The still sea is darker than before...
change is nice.
this morning i walked in the mist. all around the block, five times, feeling the water rush across my mind and obstructing my vision. wandering, feeling the air with my hands. i wore the sweater i slept in, a pair of jeans and sneakers. i noticed the dew everywhere, the clean feeling of rain against my skin, the softly-rough feeling of cotton against my back. it was...lovely, to say the least. i wondered about a certain someone i know, who's on a boat in san francisco right now and i wondered if he was thinking of me at all. i thought, how amazing, to be on the sea in this weather, it must be so cold and i hoped he did pack for cold weather after all. i imagined i was flying. houses would form themselves out of the mist as i kept walking, and after an hour there was a clearer freshness about the day. i came back home and ate dry cereal and read the paper and discovered this song. and...existence is just so good right now, so so good. i love it, this life.
niyati, talking to you last night was the most wonderfully fabulous thing. i don't think i've had a long, beautiful conversation in such a long time. you really are awesome. ♥
so...hello, all you people. how are you today? :]