now i understand, what you tried to say to me, how you suffered for your sanity
2004-03-07 & 3:46 a.m.

i swore i was in essaouira tonight, out on the roof, listening to the ocean. i could feel the sand and smell the mint tea and there was no safety anywhere because we were all flying. i was dressed in all reds, waiting for more dreamers to come and sell peaches on the side of the road with me, smelling something like tomorrows in the air. we are all a mass of puckered lips and bottle clinks and future flying trapeze acts and dangerous beauty. let us conquer the world and fall in love by candlelight, giving our silent appeal to the windowpanes.

i felt the cobblestone and saw the early morning windows opening and heard the foreign but familiar greeting. but most of all, i remembered inspiration and grasped onto it. i shall never let go, not this time.