Complainte du petit lapin tout blanc

Oh dear oh dear
To those of you in the know. You can see that not only is the title of this post in french. But on top of that it talks of a little white rabbit. So if you know me you know whats being talked about in this lovely post. So what to start about iv been. I've been thinking about writing this post for a while now. It seemed to me as of late my mind has been drifting back in time. So i thought the past months i have not talked to her. I thought why that was. Of that I'm not sure but I've noticed that when one or the other is very involved with some one else it stops. I can't speak for her of course but there is this neat thing that happens. When ever the two parts talk and become a whole. It's strangle like and this is cliched but it feels almost like falling in love again. I believe this is a truly shocking and rare thing. To feel like your falling every time you talk to some one. With that said i don't think that the love we both fall into when we talk is gonna make me go out and leave who ever I'm with or make her go and run into my arms. Not much as either one may fantasy's about it on a dark lonely day (ha ha). But it's love just the same which is remarkable when you think the last time we where in that kinda of a state. Or even the last time i really saw her face and maybe that's the reason because we're trapped in some kind of memory. How ever i doubt that as the reason. What i think is far more likely is the simple answer. Two people are in love and always have been (ha ha). Not that it helps or changes lives to realize that its juts interesting to know. That there's this strong love binding two people even if they never talk again. But are history will always be recorded on the bedroom wall and I'm better off having meet her. I think she might say the same.

No matter how inviting it is to day dream of walking down the street one day past where we used to sit and talk. Find her there sitting there with her legs dangling dangerously over the water. To walk over and sit by her side and talk simple talk. have her tired head slip onto her shoulder have your chapped lips graze her head. As both of your heavy lips draw slowly closed and to sit there in are spot to know that both your long wary roads. brought us back to one another and you may know finally rest for ever easily in each others arms. It's just a dream and you keep walking by your spot and you smile and remember the time when you had felt that.

Even if you know that she has long left me and i have probably long left her. The chance of the us meeting and joining for real has long slipped into being a dream i will not be sad because you are out there some where and hopefully I am in the place i should and you are where you are to be.
So i know longer lament but instead i smile and hope that we can talk. But talk comes with fear and questions. Why do i love her so still. What if i gave it all up and changed the world to stand by her side.Fear to hurt them by talking and being unable to be there's again. Maybe she has the same thoughts as me. If so id says it's worth it to talk always has been. If she doesn't then i envy your strength

Le lapin vous allez où je ne peux pas suivre. Mais si vous avez besoin de moi écoute le vent il toujours sera le chuchotement mes espoirs, mon rêve et mon amour pour vous

So this one goes out to you and your untouchable face :)

Thoughts

So its about oh five to midnight on your average Wednesday night. As i sit here listing to folk music just found this girl Jarah Jane she's pretty good check her out. There's a link to her site if you click her name. But back to my point of sorts i was just thinking how i really love songs about the rain. Any song that makes you strongly think or envision the rain in the way the artist is talking about it is always really very pretty to me. I'm aware that is so cliched to be in love with rain and the idea of rain but in and of it self rain speaks to me. It comes out of know where blankets all the world around you and washes away every thing. It may last for a split secound or it may last for days but once it's gone every thing is diffrent the air feels diffrent the world looks diffrent. After the rain every thing looks just a little cleaner. That speaks to me it reminds me that the storm can't last for ever so at some point the rain will stop and every thing will be diffrent. I think thats why i love rain and the idea of rain in songs. So all leave you with a snipit about rain from the Ani Difranco song done wrong it speaks about rain and acknowledged the cliched aspect of it.

it's a cold rain
it's a hard rain
like the kind you find in songs
i guess that makes me the jerk with the heartache
here to sing to you about how i been done wrong

Ready set blog

So it starts. Well then i have finally decided to keep a blog i guess will see how well that goes. I mean it's not like i have the best track record when it comes to starting and finishing things oh well you just got to keep tr tr tr trying. So now you might find your self saying Paul. Why ever have you decided to start blogging. To that i would say what business of yours is it how i spend my free time ? But i guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you. I decided to do this because of my good friend Kirk Linked here. Has started a blog so i thought to my self. Hey i can do that and steal all his cool thunder so i did and i will have. So i say to those who read this Good luck reading and following my crazy ramblings and have a Happy!