I drink good coffee every morning Comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done I feel like talking Without you here there is less to say I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy What is closer to the truth That if I lived till I was 102 I just don't think I'll ever get over you I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky 'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs I just don't think I'll ever get over you Your face it dances and it haunts me Your laughter's still ringing in my ears I still find pieces of your presence here Even after all these years But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner 'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do Even though I may soon feel the touch of love I just don't think I'll ever get over you If I lived till I was 102 I just don't think I'll ever get over you..

-- Colin Hay I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You

..Nothing unusual, nothing's changed Just a little older, that's all You know when you've found it there's something I've learned 'Cause you feel it when they take it away hey hey Then something unusual, something strange Comes from nothing at all But I'm not a miracle and you're not a saint Just another soldier on a road to nowhere..

-- Damien Rice Amie (of the gorgeous, grand, sweeping strings)

i loveloveloveloveloveadore elizabeth knox her books, i will collect.

she writes in exactly the way i love reading.. words and sentences that are earthy, magical, sensous and passionate, finely balanced between delicious, delicate bouyancy and the heavy weight of nuance and emotion. reading her is like biting into a lucious, sweet, ripe fruit--physically sensual.

some days i get so tired. i want to stop thinking abt her and to remove this little thorn that'll never go away.. i just want life to be bright and happy, with everyone i love around me all the time.. except we all know life isn't like that, that in reality it IS cold, IS dark and painful sometimes..

sometimes i want to run far and escape from this consuming pain, not sure how to deal with it or what to do to make it better.. to make it go away.. but in the end there really isn't much to do than to turn and face it, face turned towards the cold, howling wind..

life does go on with other precious friends beside. so i comfort myself..

days like these i'm so glad for him, my warm, cosy, comforting place..