been thinking a lot about music lately. not an obsession, but some sort of passion or love.i hit a high everytime i sit behind a drumset. in front of who, it doesnt really matter. somehow, i'm amazed by all the pieces and the different sound each one produces every single time. i touch the sticks and it gets glued to my hand. in a world where music has colour, seeping out from the amplifiers, filling the place with vibrance. its flows into the people, into my ears, a light shade of blue. it fills every inch of my body. then the blue escapes from my finger tips and into the sticks, all over, 180, creating magic.i just sit back, smile and follow my limbs.this years wishes
came true with empty kisses
a fate worse than love
but better than being alone
i still remember
stroking your hair
and the taste of plastic
in your lips
but you were never
really there
you can get love insurance
but it wont cover the loneliness
or the lost feeling
in your pants
spending nights..
with an inflatabe girlfriend
-helios
hahah. this ones for you.
A day in helios's pants.