. Gold metallic twisted pillar vespers
. Vivian Maier
. The sweet smile.
. Intellectually you know, but deep within it has not sunk. You must keep rewinding, remembering, listening to the tape until the truth has sunk so deep that it is one with you. Then it overcomes. Mighty authority known so deep; it rises quick and is the surface. To master.

All I wanted comes in colors
vanish everyday
I keep these promises these promises
Stranger things will come before you
always out of the way
We keep these promises these promises

Can you call it see it coming
just enough to tell a story
bout a portrait of a young girl
waiting for a new year

all you ever wanted
is it getting away
visions of a feeling
the footsteps at bay
You were getting stronger
memories again
now you're open wider
it's better this way

All I wanted comes in colors
vanish everyday
I keep these promises these promises
Stranger things will come before you always out the way
we keep these promises these promises

Won't you write a letter
on the page
in your own way
Write it in a letter
on the page
it's your own way

you were getting wiser it's better this way
faces in the mirror memories again
now look to a feeling it's lighter than breath
all you ever wanted is it getting away

can you call it see it coming
just enough to tell a story bout a portrait of a young girl
waiting for the ending of an era
can you call it see it coming
just enough tot tell a story bout a portrait of a young girl
waiting for the new year


"New Year" | Beach House

The boulder arrives and does not bury me.
I walk around it, I walk over it.

Pup. Watercolors.

What is this suspension?


What are your feelings, baby?



You want to drown in the music, immersing yourself in that ocean.



Longing
Sorrow
Lulled narcotic daze
Power
Blissful hazy dreams, mountains
Slipped in secrets.

Copper, silver, gold, mirrors of metal in dusk; dark seas

There I want to be.




Fierce hopes and dreams. We won't and can't forget you.

If you've been fighting your whole life, it's no stranger to keep fighting for a light.
Can't you keep fighting for the Love? For truth?


It's too hard to see one not try.
What is enough. This isn't enough.

Whaddya want smiley? Huh!

bid of color me


So long, goodbye

//     \\

/baby pea
\brian briron's cross