currently listening to: she's enough by atmosphere

sunshine, sunshine, it's fine
i feel it in my skin, warming up my mind,
sometimes you gotta give in to win,
i love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine

if I could I would keep this feeling in a plastic jar
bust it out whenever someone's actin hard
settle down, barbeque in the backyard
the kids get treats and old folks get classic cars
every day that gets to pass is a success
every woman looks better in a sun dress

always in my thoughts. 

download atmosphere's new album: family sign

he's amazing. 

tuesday afternoon, mission beach

i am so glad and very...

we are so both and oneful

night cannot be so sky

sky cannot be so sunful

i am through you so.

walked right through my shoes. someone want to buy me new ones?

the art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

lose something every day. accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
the art of losing isn't hard to master.

then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
none of these will bring disaster.

i lost my mother's watch. and look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
the art of losing isn't hard to master.

i lost two cities, lovely ones. and, vaster,
some realms i owned, two rivers, a continent.
i miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) i shan't have lied. it's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (write it!) like disaster.