come on get higher

i haven't done the two-a-day post thing in quite awhile. i actually don't think this blog has seen it yet, come to think of it.

well. the reason i'm posting twice is that i desperately want to listen to the rest of this album, and i absolutely cannot justify spending anymore time on facebook, and no one is online. so. here i am; i will not promise anything of consequence, since i'm essentially just killing time. not that most of my posts are anything of consequence, but you know.

come on get higher
loosen my lips
faith and desire
and the swing of your hips
pull me down hard
and drown me in love

i'm so full. it's the kind of full that makes you curl up in a ball on the wrong end of your bed and just listen for awhile. i don't know if that happens to any of you, but it's terriblewonderful; my all-or-nothing emotions have flicked the switch to "all," it seems.

just push me 'til i have to fly
i've shed my skin, my scars
take me deep out past the lights
where nothing dims these stars
nothing dims these stars

i think i'm officially in love with matt nathanson. and when i say "in love with" i mean to say that some mad hope, in general, makes me close my eyes, lean my head back and just glow. especially come on get higher. i haven't had one of those in awhile.

side note: hob nobs are delicious (oatmeal digestives - which are cookies - dipped in milk chocolate. hello.). i'm going to be in chocolate hell when i get back to the states. people heaven and chocolate hell.

i kept falling over
i kept looking backward
i went broke believing
that the simple should be hard

all we are we are
all we are we are
and every day is a start of something beautiful

see? love. there's been such a build up of little things. little things like spontaneous conversation and new people and new music and old friends and newer dear friends and family. and presence. he's just here, with me, and i can't forget it because he keeps giving me these little presents. i'm so overwhelmed and grateful and captivated, i think. it makes me want to just love someone. i forget that he means for it to make me want to love all of my someones; i'm afraid my heart tends to be fairly one track. it's actually very useful at times, i just have to remember to give it (ever-changing) direction. you know, focus it on whomever i'm with at the time.

mm.

on and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts

i think i'm just going to sit for a bit and listen. i've squeezed enough nothing out that if i were to try anymore it would just get . . . ridiculous. for lack of a better word, and there is one.

[matt nathanson: come on get higher/car crash/all we are/to the beat of our noisy hearts]