Listening to Tori Amos ~ Siren ~ off of the Great Expectations soundtrack. You know she's my favorite? I dream about her and wish I could have one taste of a woman like that. The irony of the movie I mention is the fairytale romance. I thought I had it once. I did all that I could to hold on with my heart in my hands and my mind somewhere else. You see, we're the same; you and I. Something just didn't feel right. Something just wasn't clicking. The puzzle piece was always there, like the one that slips under the almost complete conquest. And so you just keep going, soon those last couple dozen become an obsession. You try over and over to close that one small space that denies you. Finally deductive reasoning takes hold, the other pieces fall into place, and you know you aren't just crazy-there really is a piece missing. I lift the big picture. The tickling sensation of excitement recharging my every cell in ways I always crave. I get to start again. I've figured it out and now I know what I have to do.
I can't tell you what she does to me. I cry. I really cry. Now she sings to me "Teen Spirit" and my thoughts of Kurt Cobain are akin to the angst I felt as a helpless kid trapped in a system of non-acceptance. Now she takes me "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and I think about Kansas. I'm a rainbow too. How odd that I've not put together a Tori mix on my computer yet. I used to listen to her all the time back home when I had a stereo. Now it seems I live on the computer or on the phone. "Somewhere over the rainbow....blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow. Why, oh then why can't I?" You weren't in Kansas tonight and I was over the tree tops careening down a zip line. We went all the way to the top of the Eiffel Tower and rode roller coasters together. How is it possible that I could feel this way now? Why now?