somedays when i feel i can't breathe, when i feel i've lost that lightness inside of me, when i feel claustrophobic in this city with citizens who have no clue about the concept of personal space, when i feel at the bottom of the well, or i miss the world outside.. i go here, listen to the soundtrack for awhile.

and everything just melts away.

i can be back on that rooftop, perched on the santorini cliffs, watching the sun dip lower and lower into the sea. i can be back at the top of the snowy white mountain, with the fluffy white snow swirling around me and the wind whistling in my ear. i can be back in that sanctuary that's loss to me forever, but preserved carefully and tenderly in my heart and soul. the place where it was cold, quiet, peaceful, had everything, plus my best friend next door. or i can be back to the winter-y streets of london on a frigid night, prancing down soho at close to midnight after roast duck with angela and then heading to snog cause i thought of joyce. or i can be back at wall street pier, alone in the darkness, watching the sun set, shivering like mad, but trying to get my shaking hands to steady so that i could get that shot of the sunset over new york. or i can be back on that grassy field in the park atop one of prague's hills. watching angela sleep, basking under the bright sunlight like a cat, while i lie under the shade, watching the clouds drift by above the canopy or the daffodils sway next to me. how i miss the places, how i miss the people, how i miss that freedom.

hello my baby (: i put it out of my head, i try not to think. but sometimes, i realise you're not there. and its like an empty hole. i miss you.