every morning, when i wake up, i will look up to a face. a familiar face on a black and white inked photo at the corner of ma belle chambre. and if my frivolity that certain day is as quite as refreshingly beyond eccentric, i will walk slowly toward the face with messy hair and acceptable déshabillé, starin at those eyes. a kind of look that always inspires me. sometimes i even slightly smilin at the fuckin pretty face, while lost in my flourishing childish thoughts amidst the shiny sunlight of morning sun. and every night in the darkness when i can't fuckin shut my eyes, and reading myself can't bring myself to sleep; when the night crawlers has retired but the drop of the dawn drizzle drums on the roof when the wind stirs, and the darkness is desolate with the screechin of distant owls; when the moment when everythin i do is not worth a fuckin second, or when a creepy nightmare suddenly wakes me up in the middle of night, onto le visage again my thoughts melt.
don't look back in anger wembley arena live 2008 uploaded by sanghyuk lee on vimeo.
and when i see this video, i can feel everythin. i can feel the every single vibrations of gem archer's fuckin chords, i can feel the holy wave of his voice, i can feel the light, the ambience, the words, the rock and roll. that is what they said. i can see the almost the same story as mine in his eyes, hidin his pain and wound of his brotherhood altercation. should he pray, and sing another love song of no longer have to wait hey sally to kill the pain. i can see the joy on his face when he stoically and vaguely smilin, lookin at gem's face as he improvise the original chords (03:15 - 03:50 brilliantly done, gem). the kinda aforementioned joy i get every time look-up-to-the-photo event takes place. his emotion's pourin down, how i wish sally was not too late.......
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