Dark Paradise

Nothing is more beautiful than the silence on the deck of the return boat. This quietness mixed with exhaustion and content. Melancholia accompanied by the most unsuitable music - we should be dancing to it rather than sitting here silently. Yet, it is this paradox that makes this moment even more beautiful.

Moments like this are what inspired poetry you know. Having a drink and a cigarette on the balcony, watching all these small, white houses - all lit up brightly - climbing up that hill. And listening to that sound - oh what a sound - a perfect blend of loud music and drunken chants - that is what poetry is made of.

Moments like this give away the impression that there's nothing left to say, that words have lost their meaning. All stories feel like they have been already played and told and only silence seems to fit their majesty.

A lifetime of summers and adventures.

Taking a look back I might regret a ton of the things I have done but given the chance I would do them all over again.

Perhaps in the end I will never amount to anything much really. Maybe I will never be anything great or make lots of money.

Still I will always have all those things I picked up on that winding, bumpy road I trekked in my life. You know, nights like this one that feel like poetry, morning dances where the waves are crashing, dawns silent, interrupted only by the whispers of people I do not really know though they are so dear to me.

That my dear is to be rich, to seek and to relive a memory.

xoxo,

FluffyUnicorn