"music - a combination of sounds with a view to beauty of form and expression of emotion"

ziiiiiiiiiiiNNNnnnnG boOOOOM!

la-la-loveliness...

a thin coating of freezing temperatures, so thin you can see the warmth - even feel it?
perfect days happen. Whenever one does not care. Not just that - when you'd prefer to sleep throughout it but guilt (ol' guilt!) pushes you out... there's an invisible force field that creates a massive, heavy door between my perceived safety and my very real life.

aaaaaaaaand... it's immutable (so far). Stands in front of me, confronts me, looks at me sideways with a wicked evil smile. Somehow... in somewheres (very very specific ones) I can look at it and smile back, one foot in front of the other as if it became weightless - it doesn't. I become stronger. For that moment, it shifts... from slumber to shine. Comfort transforms into comfort - different, but just as delicious.

i still wonder why it is there in the first place. As an avid lover of data of all kinds, genesis stories are some of my favourites. Curiosity, perhaps. Procrastination, for sure. Pleasure, immense. The strong belief that only through the origins is it possible to act on it...

stuck between comfort and comfort. between loveliness. between days of slumber and days of perfection and accidental beauty.

clogs going in my head, I can hear the machinery - it comes as whispers, not the loud obnoxious sound it used to create. It's friendly, not soothing but repetitive. Always so very repetitive...

and I see reflections here, there, anywhere. Eyes closed. Reflections.

of what? No. Of whom.