The Night shows a lot of truths...and as they surface sometimes we want to go under the surface. Six feet under. Yet the morning makes you wonder why beauty exists even in cars languidly getting out of parking lots....in the nightmare and the dream you still remember, in the barren vegetation of Calgary. And deep inside you wonder....is there a purpose behind it all? Or may be, you want to believe in the purpose? So that one can go on, no matter what....
The hills or the mountains, as they are called here...makes you want to believe.
Believe that there is peace, believe that you should exist. For something, if not for somebody.. And then, even though there is no other convincing factor, you would like to believe that certain things could be possible....there might not be love, but you could be in love. In love with a song like this:
