Remember Fun?

Remember feelings? The enthusiasm of melancholy, the rage of drunken peace… How surreal both of those were, are and shall always be?

Listening to a Lykke Li record conjures that up within me, that fire, that raw passion. Maybe it’s just what I derive from it, perhaps I’m alone in my response. Frankly I couldn’t care either way. The breeze of my poorly heated apartment, the feeling of longing waiting for a phone call that will never come, all of those combined make me realize how I just love to feel. I simply thrive on emotion and passion. Could that be the virgo in me? It’s a possibility.

Maybe it’s the red hair? Yup, could be that too. Either way it’s taking me further and keeping me breathing.