if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Friday, October 24, 2014
If I could open my mouth, wide enough for a marching band to march out
"For those of us who came of age alongside the band’s music, revisiting Death Cab’s back catalog — currently seven albums deep — can be something akin to re-reading old diary entries: deeply personal, wistfully sentimental, and generally indicative of who and where we were at the time." So so true. And the Marching Bands of Manhattan reminds me of how much I used to love you.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Suitcase of memories
After your picture fades, darkness has turned to gray, watching through windows, I am wondering if you're okay.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Splash
Put on the goggles we bought together after almost a year plagued by injuries. Managed 8 laps before I started to feel a strain on the new leg. I think it's gonna be a new habit. Dived into the feeling all wound up but the swim really took out all the tension.