Heavy hangs the head, that once wore the crown.

first love is but the sweetest despair.
And boy, am i in despair.

A change in the weather.

It is starting to get cooler here. Satin pyjamas can be worn again, and the slight feeling of a chill on your skin welcomes you in the morning.

With this feeling, comes so much nostalgia. My life right now is filled with endless scores and stories of Jazz and the lives that inhabited it during it's prime.
I see the one i love most quite a lot at the moment. It makes me happy. Very happy. That friendship is one of the most important values in my life, it lifts me up.

I feel a lot of love right now, i think. Or is it just bliss? i have many things to be stressed about, but right now, after such a lovely day of 1920s inspired fashion and a delicious breakfast, of swing dancing and Billie echoing through my house, i couldn't care less.

I suppose i am too content with just being alive and feeling this music, now is not the time to really explain how i feel.
I love.
I love jazz and i love the people close to me.
What else do i need?