Skies and The Songs

It is a beautiful rainy sunday, the warmest and loveliest I have witnessed in many months and the open space of the floor to just lie down and listen to the most beautiful tune there is over and over again and not care what is outside of the living room. It amplifies my love for the darker side of love and placing myself next to the colours of psychedelia. If there ever comes a day where I'd be left alone in this world, I'd beg Him to place me here in my living room with the windows detached and the rain painting the gentleness of the scene and my favorite warmest tune looping in my mind.

What would I be without this privilege of space and time to dive so deep into the beauty of art and the surroundings? What would I be if I ever lose my family members and close friends and had nothing to keep me alive? It makes me scared if I ever lose this ability to see the colors of beauty and to listen to the sounds of the skies and be as alive as I can be.

And the theme of beauty and the blue skies will recur as long as I'm alive and when I serve no more physical purpose to the world I want to be buried in the skies.


What I need is a heaven
What I really need is a heaven,
A place to go where I can really be,
A place to go where I can really be
Where I can really be.

-johnfrusciante-