|
Jan. 27th, 2012|05:48 pm |
too overworked to make it (my thoughts) neat in the flung about vocab and grammar of this current place/
in the old place - (a big boomingly quiet place with the beats and scents weaving a fabric that is nostalgic only because it is back there) an old friend is to be cared for, turpmÄk, in a hospice from today
emotional channels - no point defining the aspects of sounds that blow on the standing waters of memory - this music drenched in nostalgia (for no other reason that it is from back there) makes me want to dance. I would raise a glass to my old friend if it wasn't such a cliche. |
|