The first sessions
i keep forgetting about these…..result of an extended jammin session…sam, me and riddhe da…we played all nite and then all morning…
Thoughts as i stood on the Crossroads to Nowhere
following the footstepsof the great idiot;painting onto the canvasof forgotten dreams,with colors you can seeonly with your eyes closed.learning to perform miracles;practising, believing,until they are easier than breathing.laughing the cloudsoff the face of the sun,and crying the rain downto wash
Yume no Tsubasa
what colour are my dreams?red, blue, green or black?are they real or just streamsof cotton fluff lying around? should i try and touchthem? i dunno what will happen.honestly,i really don’t know muchabout all this dreams and stuff. i supposedly am
E-minor
i play a tune…of wide open skieswith cotton clouds and clear,of my family and friendsand all that i hold dear. i sing a song…of chilly winter eveningswhen sentences turn misty;spent with hot chocolateand books, old and dusty. i hum along…to
