see l'acte I to begin. this is la suite. Sérénade

acte un. Sérénade en extraits.

everything moves around but i have mostly been still. i dream a lot, more then ever. i know what time off means, i know what family means to me. love and laughter. i miss the city but not enough, i careless about money but need it. Later. i wrote by urge in the bus last night, it was pure nostalgia once again, and black birds surfing skies. zéro clouds. Late night with my dad and aunt, we laughed like drunken kids, smoked endlessly but it took me forever to sleep. awake in the middle of nowhere it still feels home.
i'm gonna stay just a little longer, nowhere to call me by a name. but i call you each time i rest awake, by your name. your name i kept alive inside me.