A course in Miracles

Electricity radiating from my fingertips, shooting through the air like projectiles into the humid morning.
Neutrons, protons and electrons; dancing - a force field all around me.
Colours; bright, ample, vivid - oozing through my veins and arteries - spilling out, splashing all over the pavement.
Rupturing the world as I know it.

In a before and after you.

Stromae – papaoutai

Light Warrior

You don't really look the way I thought you would. You're more radiant and free of structures. You gaze at me in between words and sentences and I can almost reach out and touch your intensity. Then you light your Benson's; I dive into your mind and you choose not to block me out even though you should. You are all those Nordic light-nights wrapped up into one. You are all that is white and shining and real and my heart simply knows that this time I might be right to risk all and take that drunken leap of faith. 

Patrick Watson – The Great Escape

Gifts

I forget that I'm free sometimes. I forget that I have wings and that life is so vast that no wings are ever going to be enough. I forget about all I've seen, all the people who's hearts I've touched - my thought process becomes too small, like my skin is forcing my very bones to shrink.

But then I pick up my pen and my notepad and it all starts to make sense again.

Kenny Chesney – Beer In Mexico

Michelle

I ran three miles today. And all I thought about was you. You know me, I don't believe in god, never did. But I do believe in faith. And in one single, united world - no boundaries. You taught me that. Gave me a new perspective. Dominated by one single word - love. Can you hear me? It doesn't get any better than that.

Across the globe and space and time.

I love you always.

Kenny Chesney – I Go Back

Tvb

My cards are on the table - what will your hand be? Will we keep walking this path or will fate seal us as an image of a butterfly on a pin, beautiful to look at but with wings that remain still?  No, I won't give you my heart. I won't say that I will, it's not true. And, in the end - the truth shall set us free no matter what.

Now, deal your cards mon amour.
 
Coldplay – A Sky Full Of Stars

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.