Jazz nights, a festival of dark and light, the ciascura of modernia, of sweaty urban streets, New York city 1995 like a flash of NYC circa 1955. I feel lifted up even as I’m falling further down faster and faster. The city owns me while I walk it’s streets and allow you to lead me. I am so young, so alive! Sometimes I like being led by the hand, awaiting your fervent kisses when the...
The Zombies - Imagine The Swan (Stereo Mix 1) →
cups of tea & sad thoughts & the beauty of this, of you, of us. the good things.