Never ending nights popping eyes open, inquisitive shades wondering and learning.
Strangely beautiful meaningless people.
Le Marais, or maybe just a small building, or a house over the hills, or nothing at all because now is right here.
Lips lost in time, when time is so meaningless.
A gentle goodbye with a kiss stolen from the sunrise.
Innocence and guilt rolled up in one.
I get no sleep.
*Royksopp, "What else is there"