frozen bananas in a broken sky

       

if you don't know by now, you should probably listen to the song while reading.

why it is that the first thing leads to the next, i don't know. but what i do know is that the question in itself doesn't makes sense. and neither do i. 

it doesn't make sense, questioning the obvious.

so. still stockholm. still love. still i'm convinced that the sudden increase of nightmares is a direct counter to the heaven that i have recently come to know as reality.

still, i can't help but write in this sort of nostalgic, somehow dark way. i'm aware of it. but i really can't help but love it as much as my next. this is where i excel. where i'm the best me i can be.

the rain makes me a winner. the rain puts me on top.

it may drag others down, but i stand tall, there is no cost.

let's bring a toast, let's have darkness, our host, keep us as the light source.

let us do what we never do, or, keep summer going until we're through.

let me shine a light.