It's never quite as simple as the weatherman predicts
when partialy cloudy wears so many shades of grey
A detailed blow by blow desription takes all night and all day
we could talk of nothing else and you still mihgt not feel like I do
leaning the animal of my body against the sunshine, into the wind.

So I'm learning new ways of responding to your call
watching from that place,
where I'm so scared to get it wrong I get it wrong,
but So what?
because I'm finally having the conversation with myself
where it doesn't matter if you hear or not.

The contradictions converge on this storm front
With the realisation sinking in
that the world revolves both around and without me,
within and beyond anything and everything,
I could ever be or dream.
Especially You.

Sometimes when I read your words tears come,
twisting the storey till it's all always about me,
hungrily licking the salt from my lips.
Maybe theres a reason why I've never been good with thank you's
or cared that much about goodbye,
When I'm dancing in the rain of your drought.

The price of living is your life
no spare change for loosers terrified of loneliness.
I have to be honest with you
I ripped that page out of my diary
Just like nothing ever happened.

But it was true the sky was falling
Sometimes it would rain for days.
The fist sentance you said - " ït's raining again".
I'd spend his weekends curled by the fire
Waiting to see What would happen next.

Now I watch a hell of a lot of T.V.
And maybe I'll learn how to act like I feel.
Instead of these lines too rehearsed to break through
the Ice I place my bleeding heart in
so you wouldn't know how much I cared
or how no-ones getting out of here alive.

If I told you
you couldn't believe me.
I wanted it to be sticky.
in the middle of the night
half fast awake,
but dreaming nevertheless
we felt so real,
mutually exclusive
of the god in your top pocket

listening with everything
under your held breath,
It's not like I could help it
if I could.
and I want you to know
what not even I know,
and then you could tell me
how much you Love me
and I would know it was true.

My Brain, a storm of electricty commonly experienced in the head.
   
            Things I don't understand.
              Sometimes Everything.

                    A love affair with confusion.
                         Believing in thoughts.

     What he said.
  What it means.
     Bigger pictures......

                                 The vastness of the universe.
                                       And how does my TV and my phone work anyhow?

                                           The complexities of Life.
                                                Context and Perspective.
 
                      If I am different than you?

                                                      Wanting to know
                                             Right down to the seeds of desire.
                                                         
                                            Where do I end?                                            
                                          The power of Love.

                                                                 How I am .
                                  
          Forgetting God.