i saw you under the neons, the wrinkles of laughters in your yesteryears. swaying to the bass of that music which belonged in your era, which has been remade to appeal to the younger ones. you don't care. for you owned that time when the song was written. it reminded you of that shiny disco ball, replaced now by ultraviolets. an extra e minor chord strummed to the original. realise the change. that doll-like hair of yours represents the inner youth in you. they laugh and mock the way you dance. i love you, for you block them out and live the way you want to. you are you and no one else. you are that 40 yr old stranger dancing with whatever you have left. i saw you, and i want to respect you. you are the endangered few of what a real human can be.

i saw you, i moved to your music. i see pain in you. you never shed a tear, and you haven't for a year now after your dad passed. you and i, we laugh with a certain pain in between. should we be laughing that hard when we've got troubles along the way. we should, i said once, for we need to move on. are we? we looked deep into each other when the words 'sometimes you can't make it on your own' came on. thats why we're still here, after 2 years, to pull each other back up again. you are my dark force. a force to keep me in check, when i'm in the dark solitude of my surreal sanctuary.

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