bar keep

Summer,
Mid-Day,
Tel-aviv,

One of the best times for a beer.

slip sliding away

And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things hed done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again

Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away

missing

An endless fire.

Remindful.

The best and worse feeling of them all.

"I miss you" – Therefore there is a “you” to miss. And there is a reason.

"I miss you" – Therefore you’re not here.