Sunday, October 26



The Grey Man - Copeland

Don't worry now, it's all erased
Burn to grey and white
Your fireproof heart was never wasted
And steady all the while

So you say

Don't worry now, it's all come back
Color rests in night
You'll be there, you'll see her face
And hear her all the while

Don't worry now, it's all erased
Burn to grey and white
Tell yourself you don't still taste her
Or here her flues at night

What wrong, fast enough to lose yourself

By the time you've found your way,
You've gotta run right back to the start
Don't think you've lost
You've gotta run right back to the start
And when you finally think it's gone
You've gotta run right back to her arms

You've gotta run right back to the start
You've gotta run right back to her arms

Friday, October 10

All One

A rustle in the leaves, water beneath. Beneath the moon, a rustle in the leaves.

Solitary, he leaves from the same place he was the day before. The day before he was solitary. Within him, he has left a place for return. If he feels there is a fire to be put out, he will return. But for now, he will feel alone. Alone now, unlike before.

Maybe unlike after.

Called upon, he walks. And the world does not walk with him. Walks amidst rustling leaves. Walks upon the moonlight of the water. And the world cannot walk with him.

Untrodden paths, just a few footsteps. Footsteps that last because no wind dares to blow in this direction, because no wind dares to erase them.

And through his mind, run the memories. The memories of him running a winning race. The race he ran when he was not alone. Alone, he fell. Fell and now he walks.

In his mind, form the words. In his mind, form the words and their imprint.

And he walks until he realises there is no turning back, and he will walk until there is no turning back because if he turns back, he will just be where he was the day before he was solitary.


Always for You.
- The Album Leaf