Yellow corner
November 13, 2009
-
17
I’m neither in need of venting off or letting ins out or nothing. Just wanna drop a word. It’s strange that whilst I’m exciting about the trip, it’s not gonna turn into a combustion, something really strong, making one jump crazy up high. This feeling, merely mellow, does feel like a bar of sugar into a cup of real bitter coffee, like a no-colour ice cube into a glass of damn hot water. Finally I got a chance to be elsewhere, for a while, for the first time of my life, to be fucking far from home. So vague, strength of words is deprived, even lost.
On one hand, I don’t push myself to think of it as a BD, ’cos it’s not, but on the other hand, worries encircle me, surround me, and also secretly excite me. Beams of light bind together on an autumn night, the flash of which waves back the calm. It’s my break that I’m talking about.
The melancholy melody of Pilot speed’s Alright I don’t know from which stage of hell just rushes back floating so beautifully in my mind. I will be a triffle missing my days my nights my midnights when under another roof another sky. ’Cos I know home is what all songs are about, and where all hearts belong.
