Its one of those nights that seems just alright, and nothing much else seems to matter but that the song is right, the air has the right vibrations and these words are appearing on the fair screen from the tip of my fingers.
On thinking, what can i say that i want, now?
all the things i imagined i wanted now seem vague, a shade that falls into the backgrounds .. spiralling in a trajectory so far off course.
i think what i really wanted, underlying, was to know what i wanted.
i don't, yet.. but something new is that i now have a hint of it that for the first time, i think, feels right. and it feels like where i'm supposed to be now. knowing that i'm in good hands.
'i want your flowers like babies want God's love ..'
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