homesickATLien:
Innerspeaker
homesickATLien:
At such times he felt a part of himself go outward into the failing light, among the wind and the snow and the featureless sky where he was whirled blindly through the world.
homesickATLien:
I just don’t trust the sun to rise
homesickATLien:
Surfing is sensual. It’s a real-time engagement with the forces of nature which happens to be echoes of the past (which after all, is all a wave really is). Briefly we defy gravity and ride the energy of storms from elsewhere.
homesickATLien:
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
homesickATLien:
Time surrounds me like an ocean. My memories like waves. Is life just dying in slow motion. Or getting stronger everyday?
homesickATLien:
Then I saw the time (saw the time). Watched it speedin' by like a train
homesickATLien:
In between the dark and the light
homesickATLien:
I am up in the clouds. I am up in the clouds. And I can't, and I can't come down
homesickATLien:
And whenever I fall at your feet. Let your tears rain down on me. Whenever I touch your slow turning pain. Let the tides wash over me
homesickATLien:
Because we separate. Like ripples on a blank shore
homesickATLien:
Daydream
homesickATLien:
Runnin’ from the heart of darkness. Searching for the heart of light
homesickATLien:
I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts. I liked the certain undefinable something.
homesickATLien:
The sun goes down alone
