Built it in the sky, all that's in your eye now not the same

Stuff n things. 

Things and Stuff.

Now you see, what you thought was yours could never be had
Take a look around, try to understand that
It's a game that you'll never hold onto very long, long
Where we are isn't just a place where everything remains....

Silhouettes driving down against the sunset, wind ruffling through salted hair. Eyes clear and still as pools of water, trickling joyful tears, a faded memory of smiles pushing back our cheeks once more. The sense of some beautiful eternity sweeping us off our feet, bringing us to a place of absolute peace and intensity. The genuine aliveness of this moment can never be replaced, and, fortunately, never lost. 

This is better than a dream. This is better than those things considered external and temporal. Moments of absolute inspiration and awe, not possible solely from what surrounds us but dependent on the things that travel through us and stir within us. This is joy, this is peace, this is beauty. 

This is love.