On my own…..

I am lost, searching, forsaken
I wonder where I belong
I hear distant memories whispering

I see a beacon looking for me
The naked one inside of me
I want a map of you
I am lost, searching, forsaken

I pretend I know where I am going
I feel like Baked Alaska
I touch the distance between us
I worry time will not wait for our truth
I cry at the broken things around me
I am lost, searching, forsaken

I understand there is no going back
I say we create our destiny
I dream of Fairy Tale endings
I try to believe in me
I hope we will find each other
I am lost, searching, forsaken

There is a lot of red in my life recently…. as I have noticed from photo’s I have taken.. wonder what thats all about..

Red Sails…. Red Clouds… Red Roofs….Red Leaves….

Red Words…. Passion is red… I think..it must be… it burns me..

I dream of red sand…. of a trailer in the desert in New Mexico…. of running away….just for the sake of doing it, the adrenalin, the escape from the mundanity of another Monday…. a Monday thats not a holiday…

or maybe a street full of puddles in Dublin at twilight….I can almost smell the dampness in the air… I think I dream about those puddles…

I need to run away……

My sun is out of the clouds again..  it’s cold but bright and hopeful…

I have a camera…..I have been playing..!!  and I got my Flickr link working here….

I fell in love with Cat Stevens this morning, and can’t stop listening to The Wind…. my guitar wants me to learn to play it…. I am copying the lyrics here, because they are worth the trip….

The Wind