The indigo encounter. Last night I sleep-talked she said. Last night I felt sorry for the Ice man she said. Last night I got confused and illusionary. she said…
it was not my intention to walk too far beyond the point the society has dictated for me to, but it was my intention to do something better, regardless of the need for me to stay quiet all the way. To travel and communicate… these were the culprits to my success.
-excerpt from a private novel
just one more spin and I will call it a day :) I feel the need to breathe fresh air by Sunday morning. hmmmm…
I’ve had people come up to me with the strangest interpretations of what lyrics might mean, and I’m like, ‘You go! I never thought of that, but that works,’ …I think true art is a universal reflection, and true artists are just messengers of that reflection - or, at best, skilled presenters.
lucky to have seen the #philharmonicorchestra play right before my eyes during the #psebellawardsnight last year :) #dreamcometrue
I’d like to enjoy the next carnival, amaze myself with the next circus and perhaps bring myself back to those days when the worst thing to cry about was missing this. (at Enchanted Kingdom, Laguna)