Love is a fast song

I get so imobilized by certain things, I have never really understood it.... I really think I have Adult on-set A.D.D. or "shiny object syndrome" as my mother calls it.

Its thursday and its a nice day today, I really want to go for a bike ride tonight, I just hate how dark it gets, its so lame and cold, I miss summer and thursday nights... Do you remember what they used to be like

The mass of people, pedels pumping, legs pounding, down hills, Through traffic

To the beach, to the gardens, through the city that we all love

There was something so simple about thursday nights back then, something mystical, something subtle, no names, no brands, no path, just

air
breathing



courage
persistance


Strength
wonderlust

How we long to find that desire again, in the eyes of a woman, in the scent of her hair, in the red in her lips, the mystery that is her...

but the truth? the truth is, that mystery, that wonderlust, belongs to all of us... she looks right at you... she sees the same mystery... you look right at the moon...

mystery

That frost on the window in the morning

mystery

I never want to leave that moment, I never want to lose that mystery, I will look in her eyes, I will look in your eyes, and I will see you, and in that, I will find the mystery

I pray you see the same in me.


Lets go for a bike ride!