Someday you will find me caught beneath a landslide, in a champagne supernova in the sky.

I would like to leave this city
This old town don't smell too pretty and
I can feel the warning signs running around my mind
And when I leave this island I'll book myself into a soul asylum
And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind

So here I go still scratching around the same old hole
My body feels young but my mind is very old
So what do you say?
You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway
You're half the world away
Half the world away
Half the world away
I've been lost I've been found but I don't feel down.

-Half the world away

Almost the story of my life there. Except nobody that's half the world away O_o

You know how you want to be in so many places at the same time? How you want to be different things all at once? In the end it's the same for all of us I guess yeah? We all just want to be. To be.

Pretty much our lives are made up of the next best movie;
another book that can capture fleeting moments of infinity and inconsistencies of life that make it perfect and beautiful and tragic;
the next cup of coffee or ice cream;
the next episode of our favourite TV series;
our weekly love affairs with reality show marathons and sitcom overdoses;
another perfect song that describes our life so far;
quirky observations of people we're probably never gonna cross paths with;
praying to the universe for somebody to cross our paths with;
laughing, and laughing, ang laughing;
and feeling sorry for ourselves... but only for five seconds;
breakfasts in the afternoon and during midnight;
the internet and instant messengers;
articles of clothing we're all too thrilled to chance upon... and for a cheap price (ah, the universe is not so cruel after all);
books and magazines on sale;
anything on sale;
and imagining ourselves walking down the streets of NYC, somewhere under the Tuscan sun, crying alone inside a Paris hotel room, wandering the streets of Bangkok at night, running down nameless streets in a place a free version of Google Earth won't be able to place... all those and many more, imagining them and not being able to wait for them to happen because yeah, they're gonna happen.

This mostly refers to my life though. And probably those of my friends whose lives are more closely intertwined with mine.

...Is it so sad that I can describe what makes my life worthwhile in a finite amount of words at all?

Of course, there are the food we want to eat, the people we want to meet, the kinds of sand we want stuck between our toes, the animals we want to save, the online gossip news we read just because...

I can't list it all in one go but it would still be finite if I ever do come up with a list.

So it's never sad. Yeah. Omg brainfart. Heh.

British Sea Power started all this. Huhu.
For Ayisse, Remika and Dixi. :x