Gatekeeper, seasons wait for your nod

I've been walking very late/early a lot lately. I like to stare out into the stars and let the notes of the night whirlwind round the light notes through my headphones and let my mind and heart glide through memory and fantasy. I tried once to capture with film the true feel and spark of these foggy moonlit travels but they never capture the essence. I swore to never try that again; that doing so for these particular moments not only causes me to miss out on the true experience entirely but serve as a poor substitute for the true feelings in my heart. And that is my problem I think. Acting from the head and not the heart. I didn't get a minute down the path when I had to call her. And again that same thing that is becoming more frequent each time, our voices are saying goodnight before the minute hand starts its third pass. 'Gatekeeper' was the song I hit pause on to make this briefer-than-the-song reach out to my California love. I decided right there and now when I hit play and traveled through the rest of the album that didn't know if I loved her. I didn't know if I loved her but also that there were a great many things that I did know I love. I love my friends I have gathered together. I love beautiful music and films. I love the stars and the rain and the snow and piles of leaves and street musicians.

Love needs to be shared if life is to ever be shared.