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This, only this. There are star signs everywhere, while I’m still thinking of a place where we’ll meet again. We’re talking again since you opened this kind of letterbox, but it seems still a rocky path to take for our wheel of fortune. Everything is cyclical, but it feels different on every turn. No winding back, a lot of black – and pain. We take our turns on defying gravity to ensure lightness on the spin. Not sure yet whether it’s a purgatory or a spiral to higher levels of consciousness. We remain the same while viewing things differently with each cycle.

Through a ball of glass, like the guy in the song ‚Texas Sun‘ by Khruangbin & Leon Bridges – posted here at the same time, at the turn of another year ( Rain ) – I’m starting to look at my surroundings upside down, until we actually see each other again—until our eyeballs mirror and reflect each other, just moments before they’re cast by our eyelids into blinding blackness, to focus on the endless inner shooting starshowers that will sparkle upon our new first kiss.

wonder how, when and where everything falls into place

The Stars, the Moon, and then a black Star

It’s the time the year is drawing to a close. The world resembles a monkey zoo. The months since the last post have felt like years. It’s not that I haven’t thought of you, I just haven’t felt you that intensely as in recent times, hope you’re safe. Please tell me what I can do. It’s not seldom that I thought I’d be looking into your eyes while out on an urban safari. Opening the eyes by surprise, starstruck by coincidence, and then safed by disappointment. I know you’re keeping me in that safe. I’ll cry when finally opening my eyes to look into yours again.

let’s dance

It’s still one of these infinitely gray winter days – just before heading off to winter skiing vacation up above to the sun. It feels like the moment to post this song – especially with these excerpts from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

„We are just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl. Year after year, running over the same old grounds. What have we found? The same old fears.“

wish you were here

20 Million hits 9 Years ago

Came in today, as one usually goes inside when the grey autumn outside chases the first gusts of winter through the urban canyons.
It was already dark, dinner done, dogs walked, no reason for hardly anybody to be still outside. I was also looking foreward to the familiar security and warm cosiness where you eventually go to sleep later.
But today was different. With diminishing distance to coming home an urge grew proportionally to go out again – Out into the city, to new previously unfamiliar places, among folks I’ve never met before – Carried by a feeling of lightness, a certainty that someone was thinking positively of me that very moment. I was certain that today was yesterday.

Johnny’s always running around trying to find certainty

by Dino Brandão

My Psyche is a bouncy castle, I did let you jump in. But it don’t matter, no it don’t matter anymore. See honey you’ve never been as old as this before.

another hymn to play in carousel mode

by Future Islands

nothing to add for today

It’s raining a lot lately. Harsh intensive bursts paused by dripping fresh green late spring sights. Very clean air just the way you liked it. I could feel the turn of the time cycle when we started to finally meet. It was kind of the same weather, it’s all waves.

curious about our next new encounter

What was I thinking when we said hello. So somebody ran out, left somebody’s heart in a mess. I’d love to feel your hand touching mine and tell me why I must keep working on. And you, you can be mean and I, I’ll drink all the time. And if you’re rough and ready for love, Honey, I’m tougher than the rest.

Dance Me to the End of Love

It’s all waves. Today I closed a circle of preparations for this year’s summer holidays. For this, I had to cycle across a long bridge of tar and concrete in the full heat of a super sunny day. While waiting at the traffic light I had a funny strange encounter with a girl who ran to the bus. Similar but opposite, as when we met for the first time before we even knew each other. Also today I contemplated over starting a new enterprise, I felt there was still enough time for such. Wondered whether you had your own business by now? As I also had a strong feeling being about the right time to start writing down the story, your story, my story, our story.

I’d love to feel

This morning I had a strong sense of certainty, of trust – You will know once you cross that bridge, a friend mentioned recently – I’m no longer afraid. In the afternoon I read about love not happening accidentally, but tonight I happened to find this song and the following comment, apparently made just one day ago by ‚block of grass‘:

„Hadn’t listened to this for over a year, and the ‚hello again, remember me?‘ was like meeting an old friend years after a mysterious incidence that forced us to split paths only to keep bumping into each other with years in between each meeting, just two destined people forced to keep crossing paths like old pals, past enemies, unlikely allies; more than friends, less than lovers“

cause you been on another wavelength
while I’ve been looking for some feeling