That feeling you have in your vessels. They are getting so vast that you can have the Mediterranean Sea settled in them. Peace. Happiness. Due to the mood; depression. But happiness mostly. Mood surfing upon drinks surfing. Cheating on all of them using an alternative one. Like the life itself. Cheating on all your tastes and favorites when the ‘random’ time comes. Being that moderate, understanding, unconcerned human being you have never achieved to become. Sepia looking head lights shining on your night. Encouraging to show off. You are that one person walking alone. Scared. Or just worried a bit. With the vessels getting enlarged. C’est la vie. And this is good.
We all need some. Not in the crude way. Softly and gently. So that it won’t trigger my migraine. Wouldn’t like to be the type wearing sunglasses day and night. So soft that the caramel looking color invites you to hallucinate over the shadows. Make up the story of the whitewashed wall behind. Not so depressive, please. Light brings hope. So said Daniel Johnston once: ‘Maybe hope can shine a light… Love can save you now’.
Then there goes Jacob Golden’s calling to mind: ‘My favorite Daniel Johnston song was recorded on a tape deck before you were born...’ Can’t truly figure which song is Jacob’s favorite. Not a big big deal anyway. I will just shine my lights on tonight.
