“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”


I love the pitter-patter,
those light taps
of you washing away

Our goodbye,
soft, slow and sedate
like after a storm

I’m here.

Through all
of the darkness and torrent,
my own light exuded

As the raindrops
dance on my window,
I embrace my surroundings
Our end was my beginning

Erelong, my love, erelong, we will osculate and merge into one…
Tchaikovsky - None But The Lonely Heart

mon cœur, pardonne-moi, car je ne peux pas contrôler mon coeur

Philosophical fodder

Luna Schlosser:

Were you scared? Do you believe in god?

Miles Monroe:

Do I believe in god? [Panting] I'm what you call a teleological existential atheist. I believe that there's an intelligence to the universe... with the exception of certain parts of New Jersey.

Luna Schlosser:

Why is it I never understand what you're saying?

Thomas Newman - Any Other Name

We exist! We exist!
Life begins…

Ellie Goulding - Explosions

Now everything you own is falling from the sky in pieces
To watch them fall with you, in slow motion

I am conspicuously unfettered until the sun sneaks in and devours everything.
Ludwig Minkus - Andantino

take my hand and lead the way


She’s delicate
but drops to the floor
at the sight of his visage
requited and devoted
They both lay
but all real destiny
in their seams
fearful and protective
Steady hands
but a profound courage breaths
beneath rationality
deepening and revealing
Their love
Finally, reuniting

“Time is a fluid condition which has no existence
except in the momentary avatars of individual people.
There is no such thing as was — only is.”

—   William Faulkner