Endless

Room. Room for space. Room for beats. Room for endless conversations. Room for negotiating. Room for soul. Room for peace. Room for developing. Room. Room. Room.

Feelings

Is it just my voice speaking? Or is it my soul? Is it just my eyes are crying? Or is it my soul? Is it just my body is warmed up? Or is it my soul? These times, these times. Is it just my mind that forgives? Or is it my soul?

Summertime

"Summertiiiime, and the living is easy. Fish are jumping and the cotton is hiiiigh..." Oh how much I love this song. Its been stucked in my head all day. It was one of the first vinyls I had. Now it reminds me on you. So many songs remind me on you. But its winter now.

Leafs

Its autumn. Leafs are falling. Violence on the street. You think that you hear it. There is none. He picked up the little paper from the ground. He needs it. He walks around and looks for rich man dropping their cigarette buts. He needs them. He will be a rich kid one day. Selling cigarettes. Its autumn. Bombs are falling.

Nights

This is one of these nights. Another of these nights. I have to stay awake. I just have to. Its been one of these days, were you just question everything, one of these days. Those days you just wanna disappear, but you simply can't. So many noises, so many thoughts. And when I think of you, well it doesn't help me to sleep either, you make my heart rate even faster. So I think of you. Because I have to stay awake. But you are not the point, not today, maybe never, maybe we just have to be functional. Its work, its being aware all the time. Traveling. People love the fact I travel the world. But sometimes I travel more through space and time then over this planet. But I keep on thinking about you.