/// the sheraton

it was the longest ride ever from san inazio metro to casco viejo. how could 7 stops feel like an eternity?
listening to phoenix's 1901 and savoring the build up, the shimmering guitars that just wouldn't stop.
i would like to think that good times SUCH AS THIS is something similar: still happening, still happening, still happening!
and then, i ran to the exit because it just didn't feel right just walking when you are this happy and this excited.
and then, there you are!

ice cream, pretending to be swedish, no sense of humor and no sense of style.
and telling everything about barcelona and feeling the overwhelming tension go away
as words and words and words poured out from me to you.
and feelings and fears.
and "angel, you shouldn't be afraid all the time."

a positive tension in the air
knowing that something really big is about to happen
an electric feel in the air
just the moment before zombies attack or the dead rise from the grave
or when you're about to fall in love.

and then, going into an alternate world
where only you, me and visions of swimming pools and vodka lemons exist.
and then, your hands.
and then, the taxi whisked me away.
and then, i couldn't sleep at all.

if only i could live forever in fuzzy, sparkling nights such as this.