and there's strawberry street cafe...

i'm still in slow motion.
still pondering. and questioning.
still quoting lyrics...

i'm here. i'm real.
i'm breathing. i can see and hear.

i'm happy...

i'm happy to be here. happy to see you. happy because it's a nice day and it didnt rain and that i found a new song and that starbucks has come up with a pumpkin spice latte. i'm happy that the summer's over.
it's quiet.
and peaceful.

i'm in love.
with life.
with this city,
with you.
there, i said it.
can i go home now?

is it ever the time...

is there ever time?
is there ever a good time?
is there? a perfect day? a perfect hour? that one moment of all moments? when?
how do you know? do you ever know?
is there a sign to let you know?
and if there is, what is this sign?
the sky giving a crack with blinding light pouring down on you?
will there ever be a good time?
ever?