What do I expect.
What am I waiting for.
What am I dreaming of.
Is that even real.
Does it mean anything?
But what would real mean?
I wake up.
I wait.
Everyday. Every morning.
Then comes the weekend.
I keep waiting.
I think of.
I dream of.
Of how the smell would be.
Of how the sound would be.
And the touch.
Then I'd fall asleep.
Until I wake.
And here I go again.
What am I waiting for.
What am I dreaming of.
Is that even real.
Does it mean anything?
But what would real mean?
I wake up.
I wait.
Everyday. Every morning.
Then comes the weekend.
I keep waiting.
I think of.
I dream of.
Of how the smell would be.
Of how the sound would be.
And the touch.
Then I'd fall asleep.
Until I wake.
And here I go again.
Les rendez-vous.
Where there is no sound
but the sound of the waves.
Where there is nothing to taste
but the taste of the salty water.
Where there is no heat and no cold
but the heat of the sun
and the cold of the ocean.
Beach Town 2010
Coffee.
You always need a coffee break.
Have some coffee.
You always need a coffee break.
Have some coffee.
"Well I would like to be on a boat, sailing to nowhere,
come with me, you'll sleep in the small cabin."
come with me, you'll sleep in the small cabin."
"Or end up sitting by the road,
smoking a cigarette,
wishing to be there,
but yet smiling and feeling happy,
for it is windy and half sunny,
crowded and a bit lonely"
smoking a cigarette,
wishing to be there,
but yet smiling and feeling happy,
for it is windy and half sunny,
crowded and a bit lonely"
