citrus

inspired and enlightened by vim's note...
i will rephrase this to

"some stuff" (as opposed to "what") i love about you:

the stuff you think it takes to make a better "who you are"
but that you're okay with "who you are now"
maybe it's ambition and acceptance

idiosyncracies; your crazy quirks... the way you take things, the way you do things, the way you like things. the little particulars.

how you're thoughtful and considerate
kindness

your sincerity

you are 'an island to discover'

~-~-~-~

remember:
this was about me

a bird flies out
and over the rooftops,
down past the cars in my line of view

it's a strange beginning
comic and awkward grace
in a picture on the table

i'm in the red dress
bleeding for a reason
holding a tightly packed suitcase

and maybe i'm too jaded
to love somebody like you
maybe i wanna love my dream
that'll never come true

and someone who is real
oh gets in the way
and moves inside my heart
not just my head
interfering with how i wanna feel
how do i wanna feel?

how do i wanna feel?
oh i wonder

you could be water to me
i might be wine
the stars have all faded here
they give us no sign
is this the right time?

the smoke curls up
and ribbons the air away
from my nervous fingers
the cigarette sputters
a tired reluctant burn
in a picture on the table

you are a driver
peering past the moment
holding the wheel until it turns

and maybe i'm too jaded
to love somebody like you
maybe i wanna love my dream
that'll never come true
and someone who is real,
oh gets in the way
and moves inside my heart
not just my head
interfering with how i want to feel.
how do i wanna feel?

i wonder

do i wanna feel
do we wanna feel
do we wanna feel

i wonder
i wonder
i wonder

oh

(deb talan)


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perfect, amusing, example of a quote - jaded:

"why did these people want to make things so hard for themselves? it was easy life, easy peasy, a matter of simple arithmetic: loving people, and allowing yourself to be loved, was only worth the risk if the odds were in your favour, but they quite clearly weren't. there were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them. so how smart did you have to be to work out that it just wasn't worth the risk?"
nick hornby, about a boy

only in part am i jaded, i suppose.
the music and the hope for love keeps me alive