Something happens when I head to the east.
Way more interested in soaking in the air, sounds, and sights; the honking of the cars, the hustling and bustling of people, random music, everything. Sitting on the rooftop watching people walk.
Two years ago I went into a spell of whatever the f it was when I came back from Asia. Something happened and cracked open my misery. I had zero interest in drawing for over a year and haven’t read a book since then (I hate reading anyway).
I doubt things will change this time around. It’s much better to sit there and look at that lively world than to look at a piece of paper. I just want to move there forever, but they say happiness is a state of mind, wherever you are. Screw that sh! What a bunch of lie; happiness is a lively place with warm weather.
It really sucks that the world is geared up to be cut-throat tomorrow
Weights fall down on me thinking about it
Why can’t things be a little more laid back and cheerful for sen’sive souls like us…
For the longest time it’s been banana trees, coconut trees, marigolds, lotuses, cotton, sugar canes,
Pigeons and sparrows
Rocking with you
to a tune like this
and sailing away
to some world faraway.
Floating in the sky
until we’re out in space.
Your hands in mine, and mine in yours
in still motion
with our hearts beating in synchrony
while the stars align perfectly,
in a horizon somewhere.
Tell me love, that we were meant to be
don’t utter a word,
I feel you.
Let’s just be like this
out here in space
with the universe around us,
and the world behind us
again, and again.
It seems like the key to subliminal happiness is being honest with yourself and letting yourself express a wide range of emotions and curiosities in different forms– in arts, in reflection, in everyday talks. Even expressing sadness can make you inherently happy.
Dancing just happens to be one of the mediums.
If there’s attraction,
and if there’s game…