O2

So, you're taking me to O2. So, you're making space for me in a life that is not mine. So, you're so young and so very old at the same time. So, you make me laugh until I have no breath left as you're making plans to steal a tractor with me. So, you are an enigma still, but you're stepping closer and closer with each second.  It might be time to take that leap. This might be the moment and you might be the cowboy worth fighting for. You're not really what I thought you would be. I guess you would be pretty impossible to imagine had I not met you. Because, if there is one thing I know-- there is only one of you in this whole, wide world.

So, come on: let's get on this train, let's try these shoes, let's drive really fast down a deserted highway...

And let's not look back.

Frank Turner – The Way I Tend To Be

Girls and boys

This is about as beautiful as it gets. You're about as beautiful as it gets. In your skinny jeans, with your beard and mass of dark hair. With you beaten up Converse and your trusting eyes. (Don't trust me, I might break you.) It's like you should belong to a different part of my life. My hair was still red then, but I wrote a lot of really bad poetry and met the man who became one of the great loves of my life. I find rest in that thought, but then you look at me like that, just like that, and I suddenly don't know right from wrong, yesteryear from today, or tomorrow. You pick up your guitar, you play on and you shine so brightly that I have to look away, because you're a star and I can't risk putting you out. I can't risk your heart.

William Fitzsimmons – Passion Play

Sometimes

I'm doing a poetry reading on Friday. So, I went through all these words I have written on this blog over all this time. And I found many of the most beautiful pieces were about you. Because, like it or not I touched your soul and like it or not you grabbed mine by the collar if its shirt and refused to let go. (It's just your way really.) You and I will never be. We are history. But I know now what kind of man I am looking for. I might have found out anyway but it probably would have taken longer. I love you. Like I've loved a few others. I'll keep you in my heart, in my smile. Like I've kept a few others. And I am still hoping that one day I will get the chance to show you all these words. Just because I would like you to know that you are inspirational. That you are worthy. That you can do well. That you can live. Well.

James – Sometimes

And, I have to pinch myself, because I can't believe we were a "to be continued". Not after this:

http://ninafunderar.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/drizzle-inferno.html

Love

I made a new playlist today. For all these people I meet and for those who always remain. For the lovely, bright and enigmatic redhead that has become my partner in crime. (You see my ego, my splendor, my complexities and you love me for them.) For the small, feisty girl who walks faster than the wind and who cares enough to chase me into bathrooms (just in case I am crying). For Fly-boy who knows exactly how hard I can be and who loves me still. For the oddball couple who have taken me into their hearts and become my second parents in this cold and damp and polite country. For that slight chica who gave me a chance and who doesn't regret her choice. For the stout gentleman who always greets me in Scottish and who is fighting for all of us. (You might lose, but I'll never forget your persistence.) For that little German girl who has her own struggles, but who still has time to plan my future with different bearded men on the way to work. (It's not time yet, but thank you chica.) For all I have learned on this path I am traveling and for all those that surround me with their warmth -- who embrace me and who keep me in their hearts. For that beautiful, beautiful man who stepped into a bar last night, all dark hair, long legs and twinkling eyes and actually saw me, beneath and around all my corners. (But honey, you are way too young -- there is too much you have not seen yet). For all my loved ones up there in the North, the ones I always, always miss and long for. For the King and Mrs Pink -- you made me what I am -- I love you both so much! For that beautiful brunette who has finally found her way. For my redhead in her roundabout (I think you are finding your way as well, but it's slightly winding still). For the lovely, smiley blonde further up North. (I know you have your demons, but know this: I miss you, I always miss you!) And for my white-haired heroine who truly believes that I can accomplish anything. (I can hear you cheering from the sidelines, farmor!) For the complicated, dark-clad lad up in the city of snow and ice -- I love you so much I might break (and you know it). And for my Sis, who fights, who will die fighting. (You have shaped my path so much more than you know.) For all those that make up the pearls on my neck-less. You are forever with me. Thank you.

This one is for you: The Cave Singers – Shine

Lesson

I may not have much in terms of riches. I may not have a lot of property to my name. And yes, I sometimes do feel like nothing is solid beneath my feet. But, I think I am finding what I came here for. I had to go across oceans, I had to lose everything familiar, I had to cut every anchor to find my way. I am not there yet, but then again I don't believe in totals, I don't understand completion -- all that really matters is the path. Even when every step aches. Even when I twist and turn and suddenly want nothing more than to travel back in time. To an apartment with high arches and big doors. To noisy streets, Marlboro lights and colorful snapshots of a life that couldn't possibly continue without leaving destruction in it's wake. I will continue to turn new leaves. I will continue to feel too much. I will continue to live a life where fear exists to be challenged and where the revolution never ends. But this time I know that in the end, I'll be left standing.

Kari Kimmel – Black

Words on a train

I don't know who you are yet. I don't know if your spires will be tall and your streets broad. Perhaps instead you'll be winding and craggy and like a jewel long lost and forgotten. I have no idea what colour you will wear and if your windows will sparkle and glisten as the sun beams through them. Will you be handsome? Will you be rich and sound of bagpipes? Is your presence that of stately grace rather than quiet comfort? I don't know yet. But I do know your name. Shiny as steel and full of promise. Green and fragrant as a dream in June. A magical place full of wonder.

Breabach – The Rolling Hills