I'm listening to: Joss Stone - Fell in Love with a Boy

You're the dream that hasn't ended
And I'm still anxious for rest
Your words they seem to hang above my head

You're the bud before the flower,
Unfurls into full bloom
Captivating beauty, but it maybe all too soon

You're the song that writes a story,
But leaves a lot to read
The closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me.

 
 
How can something make such perfect sense and be completely crazy at the same time? It obviously can't. I just have to take that back. Reason, as a tool, is useful only within limits and can't operate on anything and everything. Evidently, not this. I'm done losing sleep (not literally) over it trying to iron the stupid kinks out.
 
This post ends prematurely, because I cannot at the same time satisfactorily articulate and obscure (for very good reasons, I promise you) my thoughts any further, and there is clearly no point in attempting to do so.
 
On a separate note, thank you so much for the late night conversations and fresh new perspectives. That you're halfway around the world, I wish it wasn't so; but I've also realised the physical distance doesn't really matter sometimes. I <3 you very much and I can't wait to see you again in June =)