yearning in january

here we are again - a dead, shiftless, motionless january. berlin covered in a vexed veil of grey mist and dirty snow and chasing people inside with icy fangs of an unwelcoming northern wind. the cheer and glamour and warm-hearted socializing of christmas time is over, and the bittersweet after effects of excessive new year´s partying have vanished from limbs, hearts, and heads. time to start anew. time where i always wish i were a wintersleeping animal- just crawling under the earth with all the heavy, sweet, irresistable christmas sins on my hips and falling into lifecolored dreams of sunlit summer sensations and reawakening with a feel of rebirth. well, at least my music and muses keep the blood flowing and and the flames flickering- they are seasonless - thank god (or the divinity in creative people)

song of sadness and sincerity:
sheepskin tearaway

"it´s like trying to dry your eyes in the pouring rain..."