ryman

"I'm only happy when I'm sad
and my good times are all bad
and my best years have all left me, along with you.
when I'm up I'm still down
and my smile is my frown
I'm a clown
I'm still falling away from you

my hallway is fraught with dangers
It's peopled with memories and ghosts
an apparition sits in my laundry
laughing and eating my toast...."

I was in a bar in glasgow last night, three beers gone and I met the guy who wrote this song. Its just a song which I've been listening to on and off for a couple of months and that makes me smile and has been known to make me shed the occasional tear on the bus to work. And I didn't know what to say, which is silly because he's not exactly a rock star, just a ginger bloke in a bar in Glasgow, drinking cheap lager...
so I woke up this morning hungover and wobbly, and right now I'm trying really hard not to watch "Big Brother" on TV (evilevilevil) and looking out the window at the planes going by, thinking about the places far away from here.
Its that time when I get restless and get the urge just to drop everything I hold close to me most of the time. The girl far far away says I can't understand why she flew so far (and kept running), but the truth is that I do, I think. Or I know my own version of it anyway.
So many places that I want to see and I can't even imagine all the people I want to meet... a faraway dream.
xxxxxxx r
hope you're good.