those eyes. those eyes after the daehn. those eyes summed up everything.

all the 7ams and endless nights and two past midnight arrivals at pali. all the frustration and raised tempers and flaring voices and all the smiles and belly laughs and witty jokes. all the teary-eyed debriefs and rapture and love. the kind of love that's crazy, in the best way. the kind of crazy that nobody gets until they experience it, the first time you put passion above sleep and everything else in life freezes.

innamorarsi

that's when words fail - when sound and vision aren't even enough, because whatever was in the air is now lost in the atmosphere after the moment dissipates.

and that's the magic of live performance.

and that's how my memories are built.

and i'd have it no other way.