3:50 am, Sunday
Looking at these dark walls, just closing in, I moved my lazy ass and turned on the projector and played U2 on the big screen. DTS full volume, one wall where the images of so many faces are in hurry, it's bono on the video jukebox with his "if god will send his angels". Outside, the big hostel lights similar to any state penitentiary. Everything is empty and amazing. Music to the ears- perfect, lights-perfect, time-perfect. "If god will send his angels and if god will send a sigh, will everything be alright?"
Another story begins and another night dies.
I'll sleep thinking about what I was reading today, perhaps myself in another body and soul 10 years younger but gone.
"I'm 21 but I'm centuries old, a heart so warm, was born when it was meant to be cold. A story ain't meant to be told. Blowing haze and my blood dark like it was meant to be old"
This man presented a situation where pigs can fly and if they could ……anything will be possible. Anything can happen perhaps. I believe
God exists, mine may be different but yes, he is here ...somewhere......I'm thinking about this one thing I wrote long time back
"I was looking for my heart inside the temple but it was the temple in my heart"
I'm signing out listening to music marking another moment in history and I know now…..we are same, everything is same…….if only I could believe…… but I know now…..everything happens for a reason. “Good Die Young”
Peace out
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