Screen Writer's Blues

I hear the train all night, sitting here, in this empty compartment of his , and I feel like the sound of its wind is blowing through a subtle lapse.
Through the glass of the window, I'm contemplating the world, walking all to sleep, so I can get to you. But I don't feel you stir beside me, and I'm not gonna see you next to me, when I'll wake up. Maybe because I haven't found you yet.

Some land holds a home, some of my years only hold me to roam. But I'm looking at my reflection, and I realize it's true. I see a home, I see a man. You see that too. The funny thing is that it's been in front of my eyes for a long time, now.
The only land that hold a home, it's the land I consider mine. And he's in it. For every year you took, for every soft breath of love, please, believe me.
I hope someone is telling you right now the things I wish I'd say. "Don't you know you have her ? Go on kiss her now, you, boy".
And don't keep me like you have me, and don't kiss me like you don't. I realized it's the only thing I need now.
These lines are telling the truth, this city veins answer it all. So, please, keep me in your pulses, keep me in the sound.

The magic thing of beeing here

    You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town... Among magicians.

    Most everybody else didn't realize we lived in that web of magic. Connected by the silver filaments of chance and circumstance.  But I knew it all along.

    See, this is my opinion. We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds,  forest fires, and comets inside us.

    We are born able to sing to birds and read to the clouds, and see our destiny in grains of sand.  But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out.

    We get put on the straight and narrow path, and we’re told to be responsible . Told to act our age. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth.  And because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they'd allowed to wither in themselves.

    After you go so far away from it, you can't really get it back. You can have seconds of it. Just seconds of knowing and remembering.

    When people get weepy at movies, it's because in that dark theater, the golden pool of magic is touched... Just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they're left feeling a little heart-sad and not knowing why.

    I grew up here. I’ve spent the most of my life here. It’s what I wished for. And I like it like this. Warm, safe, loved.  That doesn’t mean there haven’t been hardships. They’ve been. But I’m here. And here is good.