aimless, afternoon vignettes

hum.
and how defeated i return.
skip skip skip sliding.

flirting with disaster, and loving it.
still wishing i could capture chords in words.
oh, my little girl.

this is an exquisite, unrivaled, dark beauty.
everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt, and the dance of strengthening light and its interplay on late afternoon dust.
pipers yellow silhouette against impeccable blue dusk, and huddled within the confines of yasi's shirt.
wait
wait
wait
descend now, but slowly, guided by each step. each... slip.
"its so raw. so real. SO honest. that album.. oh man"
"you absolutely put your finger on it.. it so fully and accurately captures so much.."

i have fallen into a beautiful melee from which i hope never to return.
of all the parts of myself i denied, the loss of this....
when was the last time music affected me so deeply?

"haha, 'and i'll live without your love but, what good is one glove... without the other.' i'm so glad you actually listened to it. when i say that album has saved my life, i mean it more than i've ever meant anything. and ps.. i knew you'd love it. some things you just know."

and you'd better be alone.