Tonight feels like a Yann Tiersen song

.. tonight.

tonight feels like a yann tiersen song.  it’s like if the accordion is pulling me into the land of dreams and the piano is saying just stay up a little while longer.  and then the violin shows up on a screeching note just to get the attention.  and a pause in the song takes the shape of a snowflake that has come to rest just outside my window.

a snowflake that holds its breath for a moment, long enough for me to cherish it.  long enough for me to look at it with amazement and think ‘stay. stay a while longer’.  and then it exhales and melts away and i’m left with an image of something i’ve never seen before.  a snowflake i’ll never see again.

tonight is a waltz between my reality, my imagination, my happiness and unhappiness.  coelho says that you shouldn’t stop to think about unhappiness.  don’t.  because if you evaluate your happiness and discover that the way you’re leading your life doesn’t make you happy, you’ll be even unhappier.  don’t think about it.  just exhale and let the thought melt away.

ce soir je suis elle qui rêvait au lieu de s’endormir.  celle qui se disait personne grande mais qui ne grandirait jamais!  celle qui était plus heureuse quand elle se trouvait seule avec une pelle en main, assise dans un tas de sable.  ce soir je suis celle qui croyait dans le pouvoir de la question ‘pourquoi pas?’.  celle qui partait à l’aventure sans peurs.  celle qui comptait les histoires.  celle qui pouvait même controller le vent en inspirant et expirant un souffle fort, fort, fort comme ça!

dreams of a child are the dreams that matter.  when we’re miserable it’s because we’re ignoring childhood dreams.  because childhood dreams are as unique as snowflakes but they never melt away.  we keep seeing them over and over and over again.  constant reminders of our failures to be passionate.  and nobody else can see them.  nobody else knows.  so it’s kind of easier to pretend.  (i’m pretending.  are you too?)

it sounds like a music box right now.  the kind that plays a song that you can’t ignore.  a song you can’t pretend not to hear.  the kind of song that animates.  the kind of song that replaces mediocrity with intense beauty.  a simple song.  beauty is simple.  and the accordion says come with me and the piano says it’s time…. to end the song.  go.  sleep.

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