You know I even think that she stared like you
She used to just stand there and stare
And roll her eyes right up to heaven
And make like I just wasn’t there
And she used to fall down a lot
That girl was always falling
Again and again
And I used to sometimes try to catch her
But never even caught her name
(lyrics by robert smith – they just fit so well)
the feeling of not being able to formulate your thoughts in a meaningful way, or maybe the overwhelming amount of information sweeping over us from everywhere. the stuttering and stumbling of words when you approach that very special person you really would like to say something witty to. and there you stand with your mouth full of letters refusing to come out in a sensible way.
your interpretation is as valid as mine. no more words.
the crisp autumn air sending cold streaks down your back as the old ferry slowly takes you to your destination. you shrug and kneel to find some shelter from the cold wind, when turning you see the frame made by the opening for the mooring where you can see the other ferries pass by. and you realize it’s a nice view.