You see a pair of laughing eyes and suddenly you realize...
the other night i had an inspiring moment that almost had all that. i found myself unexpectedly sitting on a pier on the Hudson with pounding disco below and yet the stillness of the river all around and actually looking into a pair of laughing eyes, followed by an amazing sense of absolute bliss, but at the same time feeling totally detatched because I knew it was all an illusion. But i am the ultimate Blanche: "i don't want realism, I want magic.." Life is but of a series fleeting moments and every now and then there is a blissful one and this was a indeed good one. the trick is to not believe there is a way to prolong or extend a moment, it is after all just a moment, and i for one am filled with gratitude that life still has some of those to offer me.
I want to dance and feel that special warmth of love while i twirl like Ginger in Fred's arms on a shiny floor of an ocean liner on its way to nowhere.
