“етюд в синьo”

…just one of those cold winter days. it all started early in the morning. I felt like I want to get out and drive all the 500 miles to the whitest beach in the world. just with a couple of good friends, my favorite drive music and a bottle of high quality alchohol. by the way to those of you who are against drinking and driving, I can say  one thing – you got no idea what you are missing! anyway… sometimes I got this dream how we gonna get to this long lonesome beach, make a campfire and lay around it in our sleeping bags. I want to fall asleep between the sea, the sun and the fire… we won’t talk. free hearts despise talking, they only listen…. shhhhhhhhh can you hear them? the waves, the wind, the ashes… we will just share a moment, maybe a day, but I won’t  dream about a lifetime. why, u may ask? I guess cause I forgot how to believe in fairies. but still, a day of piece is more than I can ask for in this fucked up world. so asking for you would be even beyond my salty dreams… would it not?