Bijou, Baby

Someone once told me that your ability to survive in Los Angeles is based on a very simple formula. You need to get into bed at night and be able to hold what you’ve done that day up against your dreams and feel like they match up.

This ones for you and me, living out our dreams;
We are right where we should be. With my arms out wide, I open my eyes;
and all I wanna see, is a sky full of lighters;

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart.
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.