That

warm summer air, so humid.

all in a flash. i can remember the long nights by christmas tree lights, the music, hugs and kisses.

3 am changed everything.

now i walk into my washroom and slowly feel my tap. i know this isn't going to be the same. everything will collect dust. everything a place holder.

Bizarre. I feel everything falling, a chromatic scale in Ravel's piano Concerto in G

Things are escaping me. The only thing I have left is thoughts of me in your arms. Crying. Painting. Dreaming. Thinking. Wondering.

Now my reality is coming so close to me.

i am the performer. the piano my life. everything is placed so perfectly.

the lilacs are in place.

you are the coughs in between my pieces. the soft chair squeaks that makes everything so real.

i mark the end of one part. one journey.

this might have been the starting point. it will never be forgotten.

now to connect this spot to the X. I look for the treasure.

Tomorrow, Phil and I are headed to Mont-Royal (aka Montreal) to check out some apartments. Scary, isn't it?

3 listing to check out. Weird weird weird.






This is the beginning of the end. I think i love you all.







If we're early enough, we can check out the Rockland Flea Market too, hehe