97.365; song 5/30.

I find the map and draw a straight line

Over rivers, farms, and state lines.

The distance from 'A' to where you'd be:

It's only finger-lengths that I see.

I touch the place where I'd find your face,

My finger in creases of distant dark places ...

 

I'm miles from where you are,

I lay down on the cold ground.

I, I pray that something picks me up

And sets me down in your warm arms.

 

Day 97 - September 3rd, 2009.

 

Set Fire to the Third Bar by Snow Patrol (featuring Martha Wainwright.)

 

Snow Patrol is such a depressive and moody band but I must admit that I am a big fan.

 

It's funny how some songs can take you back to specific moments and spans of time every single time you hear them. It's memories -- feelings and sights, sounds, even smells, so damn vivid it's like you're there again.

This song is one of those songs for me.

(I feel like I'm sitting in Spain again.)

 

So I skipped ahead to find out what the next few days of songs will be.

Ideally, I need a kid for some of the songs. But I definitely need some sort of boy, which could present a problem.

 

I mean, how the heck am I supposed to do Jack and Diane without a Jack?! Umm yeah ...

 

-- Many thanks to Jasperdo for letting me use this beautiful map for this.

 

(I'm so sorry because I feel like I am overprocessing everything to crap lately.)

Done