Blue light (not my words*)

There's a blue light
In my best friend's room
There's a blue light
In his eye

There's a blue light, yeah
I want to see it
Shine

There's a ship
That sails by my window
There's a ship that sails on by

There's a world under it
I think I see it
Sailing away
I think it's sailing
Miles crashing me by
Crashing me by
Crashing me by

There's a world
Outside my doorstep
Flames over
Everyone's hot
Don't you see them shining
I want to hear them
Beating for me
I think I hear them

Waves crashing me by
Crashing me by
Crashing me by

MAZZY STAR

Simple Evidence

For a huge part people are frightened and only want to be loved, if you show them respect and affection, in your moves, in your gazes, in your speech then you'll be the master of their soul, this is as simple as that, display that you love everyone and everything and you'll mainly get the kind feed backs. Period.

Share honnest interest and gratitude. This is Love.

I feel like killing myself, soar through space and time, merge with books and memories, a travel with no pain, no effort, no tiresome thoughts, easy and smooth, guided on the flow by comforting, protective tumbles, endless and immortal.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U8GpQHS6KKw

Delirium

It's the end of a summer day at the beach, the sun melts in the ocean behind the dunes, in our backs, crossing the wood on the other side along a giant bearded man, bare feet (and shirtless, a towell as a scarf around the neck) on the skimpy path made of wooden boards, here comes a road perpendicularly and a connivent young couple in front : "I'd like her to completely forget the man she's with only by meeting my gaze" i say.

*chuckles* from my accomplice.

Depths

"Overboard watch the swirling blue water. It was deep at this point, infinitely deep, and enlivened with what appeared to be the eternal life. But the water has no fixed and determined form. Is it not because man has a fixed and determined form that he can not have eternal life? Doesn't Real life begin when the tangible form has been lost?"

"The world is always filled by the sound of waves.
The fishes who surrender to the waves can dance, sing, play but who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet below? Who knows its depths?"

The End; The Perfect Light - Eiji YOSHIKAWA