restarting life in technicolor (II)

one week later. life restarted in technicolor at the airport that evening. like a movie sequence.

hold on: i said one week? time lost its meaning, if you ask me. it feels like a lifetime. it truly feels like a lifetime. it might seem strange, but somehow for me it makes perfect sense. challenging all odds. everything feels natural, flowing like a river through the course it shaped for itself through mud and rock ages ago. a dream in technicolor. something like an old movie: charming and with a great plot. nowadays no one knows how to write decent movies, have you noticed it? our own is good though, even though it is not entirely written yet: we're writing it as we go. i don't know where our writing will lead us. but i can tell you i really want to find out with you.