林晟

New beginnings never really do begin at the start of anything,
there is much that has come before which I realize cannot be dismissed with the turn of a page
or the folding and storing of a memory.

I guess this is an attempt at something different, something lighter,
less personal and because of that less dreary I hope.

The day was spent on the road between hotel and somewhere else and then back again.
Yamagata's Sunday Afternoon playing through the speakers on a sleepy sunday afternoon.

I kept turning the volume lower and lower each time I replayed it
until her voice was reduced to a barely audible whisper.

Good music has always been the best companion on journeys like these.

The optimist inside of me says:
I want to travel all over the world,
to the most picturesque of European cities where everything will look like the movies
I keep watching to fuel my wanderlust.
Soft orange glow and a deep focus to everything,
the background and the foreground merge into one, flooding my senses.

As I'm dreaming I feel like someone both young and old,
slowly coming to the realization that past experiences and memories coupled
with future hopes and dreams merge into one single present : Waking up begins with here and now.