I feel lonely, more than even… On the outside looking in, staring at people through riverbank eyes…i catch myself. The wind blows and the moon glows. Everything is so beautiful…i feel like im staring up at that infinite belgium sky again. Never feel sorry for yourself because you control the way you feel, in the end. Just like those ancient artists who seemed almost too sensitive for this world, im going to go write. Smile like the sun for once, not out of happiness, but out of inspiration as wild as fire and dry leaf litter. Let the carrosel spin spin spin spin