Captains' blog

It's a very good album, let me begin by telling you that. For some reason I hear that alot of people dislike Coldplay, strange I think, because the sound is really good, espessialy on this album. Anyway this blog, believe it or not, is not about the album or any one track off the album, although track four espessially is nice, Sparks.

This may actually just be a release for me. Lately I have had intense, very intense feelings of longing wash over me, and it continually grows by the hour. I know I have never fallen this hard, and I am sure that I would not be able to survive if I were forced to a complete stop. She's great, so great that I can think of nothing else for 24 hours a day every day but holding onto her. I can't think of any material items I need, I can't think of any place in this world I need to live, or anything else. I can only think about her. Not having her by my side though is torture in the most cruel of forms. My life has been starting for a little while now, starting not new, but for the first time, at least thats what it feels like. Thoughts of future embrace, and future quarrells that we recover from, and future decisions that we make together feed my imagination, while these feelings of longing fuel my drive.

How something so unexpected and twisted like "us" came to be, is strangely one of the most comfortable and natural progressions that I have ever felt. I tell people we met at the Opera, people who may be old worldy or unaccepting of what really happened, something I wouldn't even know how to explain 100% truthfully anyway because i myself can't figure out what exactly happened and when. It doesn't matter though, what peoples acceptance levels rest at, it's background-life, life that doesn't concern me even though I am aware of it's meaningless exhistance. What matters is her, our life, the connecion that MUST be made. This connection is growing stronger everyday, like how a roots core is supported by layers and layers of growth that wrap around a thin start. I can feel embraces that happen from over seas, I can hear whispers carried by wind, and I swear to you this is all true, I can feel these kisses in the middle of the night that ride on the current of dreams.

I need to go home, and home is wherever kochanie is.