11 pm later.. i’ll see you..but now i wait.
mornings.
awake.
cold nights and early morning breeze
smell of sweat on pillows and blanket
morning light peeps through my window
and the sun’s light wakes me up.
then i think of you
awake.
sand.
the same. the beach. the sand. the wave. the sun. the wind. still the same. they still look beautiful as it was. i still love the island and the beach.
i love it more because of you. me. you. us. together.
take me to the beach…always.
salute!
we’re lucky we can sleep on the same bed together.
you say you want your love to work out right
to last with me through the night
me and you.
i don’t really know what this means to you…
the song…
songs teach us to do really stupid things. we read the lines of the songs, let it sink in, and live with it. as to do with movies. we live life like a line of a song, a script of a movie. we let it control our minds, our feelings, our emotions. we let it rule over us. and it sucks to be that way. songs are only products of a musician’s poetic imagination and movies are products of intellectual writer’s mind. they are not fate, nor religion, not a thing where we base our life, the description of love, how are we supposed to be in love, or we want our lives to be like the movies. yes, it is art. they are there to inspire, not to control and manipulate our lives. our life is not the movies. we don’t want euphoric pseudo-love affair like what we see in movies or what we hear from songs.
love is real. this is reality. spend time on imaginations and you lose a fragment of your happy life.
just a thought. goodnight cosmic mate.
nice melody by the way.
