RAW - To You - BlogOye!

Y' know, we can get old and bitter, but that inner child is indestructible. We both know it, but not many people really understand it.

Then you ask yourself:
Za čije babe zdravlje ja sve ovo!?
And I'll always tell you:
Ni za čije, samo za tebe.
Loving yourself when the world has gone to shit is the greatest achievement. You know I'm not talking about narcissism or egoism. You know exactly what I'm talking about.

I miss that, you know. For ages and eons we try to explain stuff to others, but they never really get it, no matter how much we simplify it. I miss not having to explain. I miss looking you in the eye and seeing that you just know, and vice versa. I miss it since before we had bodies.

I still sing to the sound of your strings, hearing them in my mind whenever I feel inspired, hoping that in that very moment you're also playing, seemingly to yourself. Imagine how it looks from the perspective of some all-seeing eye (like Azrael from Discworld universe), how that observer-listener shuts out everything else in this world and leaves only you playing and me singing, ignoring the distance between us.

Well, at least someone is listening to our music. I'd hate to think of us as the proverbial falling tree in the forest.

But maybe, just maybe, that's what we really are. Because you're there, I'm here, two specks of energy dust in a maze of other energies. What are the odds? Not so good, yeah.

Nevermind, just live on. Don't wrinkle that forehead when there's no one to kiss the tension away. Embrace someone warm and light to soothe that everlasting ache. Work with diligence and play your guitar like your life depends on it. The world is crap as it is, but I still believe in magic.

And I always will.