westid

i’m reminded of a recent remark about the fundamental feelings you could get from music

whenever i see her this is all i wanna say. nah i don’t wanna say i wanna know. i’m not talkin about the music video.

had these dreams and they’re so real it’s like…

you don’t have to wait for me to speak about it. if you can’t find the words it’s ok just show me

гласность.

when i’m in deep, it might look like deep is all that i am. already i can see the same yearning beckoning forth the answers from me. yeah you’re in deep… but is it real?

real is all that i am. deep or no deep. that’s the only thing i could hope to project back… one day i hope, when i feel my heart break in two i’m all heart and that’s the most immense kind of moment that there is between two people. why can’t i be that? because i am that. you can’t try to be yourself. can you?

though spun one the tangent doesn’t derail the feeling. do you not feel it too? how can you not know i have that, exploding into tingles of light. that’s where my sense of direction is really at