//the new //the old
//and
me //connections //if
you're leaving // the honours
//the usual
I can't stop looking at the cover of Blue Like Jazz.
I want to be there in the cool purple mist under the sky that sings a breeze like your favorite song, suspended high above the earth and surrounded by happy people I love. Happy. We sing, we laugh too loud, we dance across the bridge and twirl around Time. Drunk with Happy. The world is blue like jazz and warm with a special kind of romance. Romance, romance of sweet, sweet friendship. Real.
Friends so unlike boyfriends
Sweetly uncorrupted
Not fake like the romance tinted with lust that will never be comfortable
Never be blue like jazz.
It's the perfect place to be; our personal party lit by Heaven. Perfect guests. Perfect time. The spell seems never-ending.