they reason i write

If you're looking for the word that means caring for someone beyond all rationality and wanting them to have everything they want no matter how much it destroys you, its love! And when you love someone y-you just don't stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy. Even then. Especially then. You just- you don't give up because if I could give up... If I could just, you know, take the whole world's advice and- and move on and find someone else, that wouldn't be love. That would be... That would be some other disposable thing that is not worth fighting for. But that is not what this is.

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Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Yann tiersen - Sur le Fil

a man  all alone in his mansion  while outside the storm is raging .
almost all of his house is empty but a small room
in that room he is there companied by his piano ,his whiskey ,his bed ,his fireplace and more importantly his memories.
he plays alone in his almos dark rook ,his memories run wild like the storm outside
he suddenly stars to get lost in his playing while the lightings are dancing to his rythum .
the fire is burning constanly like his heart is burning to meet her again .
he plays his last couple of notes and goes to sleep but not before he drinks another glass of  whiskey ...

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