sometimes the past makes you feel like letting something out even if you don't know what that will turn into. it can be a butterly butterfly doing a slalom with a smile, it can be a small surprise-face (.. just like when people saw 'the sound of music' for the first time), it can be a small song starting an avalanche. and this time i think it's the song trying to get out.
a bit too high, like an opera melody, a bit tragic, a bit unclear cause it shouts too much..
i miss home :)
some they, say, home is where your heart is - and i don't have a picture to show you where that is... but i can tell you it's not in my here - my heart said ... 'blup! i'll go to my own home now.. where my heart's heart heart is..with 2 hands that would like to play with your hair' - my heart said from my mother's 2 blind hands looking for my hair in the dark.. 'i'll just be here, in someone else's inside. you know where to find me. don't call. come. stay'