A perfectly ordinary soul

It fractures if you thread on it. It falters when your eyes harden. It is bewildered by this forever present turmoil of large, frightening words and sentences. But then you take my hand. You hold it firmly and you don't let go - you smile just like that, like only you can, from the depth, from the bottom of all that you are. And I'm still on stage. With you as the sole audience. As reluctant and just as sublime as I am. I try to move away, but my feet betray me and the steps take me in the wrong direction. Theater. While the seams break and our skin becomes visible through the splices.

We have to stop now.

Jónsi – Hengilás

1:30 am

Random band guy: What's your name?
Me: Nina
Random band guy: You look like you should be the singer of a band.
Me: I am a singer of a band.
Random band guy: Good, it suits you.
Me: Thanks.
Random band guy: So, can I have your number, honey?
Me: Sorry, don't give my digits to randoms.
Random band guy: OK, well how about I add you on facebook?
Me: OK, what's your name?
Random band guy: Darren Turner.
Me: What, your name is Darren Turner?
Random band guy: Yes.
Me: I'll remember that for sure. Don't have to write it down.
Random band guy: Why?
Me: Cause you have the same last name as Frank.
Random band guy: (somewhat irritated) Frank Turner?
Me: Yes, I adore him.
Random band guy: What about Alice Turner?
Me: Who's that?
Random band guy: Arctic Monkeys.
Me: Aha.
Random band guy: You're not going to remember, are you?
Me: Yes, I will. Trust me.

He was right of course, I didn't. But I did remember the name of the band (naturally).

Arctic Monkeys – Do I Wanna Know?

No response

I've dreamt about you almost every night since I met you. I don't know if that means anything. The outline of your face is always fuzzy and intermingled with others and when I wake up I never remember what part you played -- just that you were there. I think perhaps you and I could be delightful chaos for a while, but the question is: what happens when we run out of delightful chaos?  

Into the Wind

I'm made of glass, don't break me.
Thread carefully, I tend to spin into orbit and I tend to not look back.
I'm light as a feather and when the wind takes me there is no telling where I might land.
If you get too close I will run just because I can.
If I feel too much I will leave.
I will pick up that suitcase always standing by the door.
I will look to the sunrise and set off into its brightness, into the gold.
Cause I'm one of those who'll leave rather than stay.

My heart and my hands come with the dust and are gone with the wind.

Frank Turner – I Am Disappeared

21st century love

Gregg: We were in a relationship.
Me: Excuse me?
Gregg: Yes, it was a mutual decision.
Me: So, you were in a relationship with a woman you had never met?
Gregg: Well, yes. But it wasn't as straightforward as that.
Me: OK.
Gregg: We spoke on the phone several times a day. And we were planning to meet.
Me: I see.
Gregg: But then I noticed that she began hanging around one of the guild masters a lot.
Me: Sorry?
Gregg: Yes, when we were playing she seemed to gravitate towards him.
Me: OK.
Gregg: Yes, and then she told me that we were over.
Me: So she left you for the guild master?
Gregg: Yes, she did.
Me: That must have been quite the blow.
Gregg: It was.
Me: Considering you were in a relationship.
Gregg: Yes.
Me: Perhaps good that you never met.