No longer disenchanted

Sunset over the outskirts of Tel-Aviv

"Look at you now, you're disenchanted,
can't believe how things can change.
Take a little out of life and things get strange.
And now you find the wishes you were granted,
things you thought were in your hands,
have slipped away.
How much can you withstand?

The wasted time, the money spent,
a sign that reads 'For Sale or Rent'.
And everything is at a standstill,
and where's someone who'll be on hand till
you're no longer disenchanted,
thinking everything is wrong?

You know you're not the only one to wait so long.
I wonder, can you try again?
Are you that strong?" About the girl

I like travelling on intercity coaches. I like their sleekness and speed, the elegance they cut through ever changing landscapes with.

And I like how they make me feel. I like how these trips force me to be still and reflect. Observe the passing countryside; observe the passing of things. Memories come and go, when I'm on buses. Images long forgotten resurface again. Emotions flood through me in mad torrents, then seep through the pores: a sudden wetness on the cheeks, and occasional gentle hand of grace.

Just like today, on my way between Tel-Aviv and Jerusalem.