Aievea

The rushing cars, the sirens, the sound of the city... The birds, the trees, the rustle of nature. An open window brings them all closer, brings them inside. Half naked, laying on the bed in a completely scattered fashion, covers mostly under you, head turned towards said window. Tasting the breeze, feeling trapped, but always knowing you're not locked in. You can always get out. You just don't want to.

A night on the town, blinding lights, riding along streets lost and unknown. Discovering places, discovering people, finding wonder. It's as if you can almost smell the saltwater, and sand. It's your own town becoming exotic to you, like a lover playing the role in your fantasy. You know it so well, but there's so much that's new.

Time is not of this place. Time is not in your memory. Memories are timeless. You are always as young as you remember, and all possibilities are open ahead of you.

Tasting the night, hearing the blinding lights call, touching the rush of the city... Surreal...

Vali Barbulescu - Aievea