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other side of the world

went to shu-wen's blog, not really expecting those pictures to jump out at me like that. such an unfamilar face - yet i feel like i've been socked in the stomach, overwhelmed with..what is this? nostalgia? shock that these people are still alive and existing, and going about their business, when they've been no part of mine for so long.

so long that it's been easy to imagine that you've fallen off the face of the earth, and then the thought: to you, I am the one who has ceased to exist.

how transient our precious illusions; how tiny our trekmarks across time -


Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an Iceberg
Waiting to change,
But she's cold inside
She wants to be like
the water,

All the muscles tighten in her face
Buries her soul in one embrace
They're one and the same
Just like water

Then the fire fades away
But most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world
to me

On comes the panic light
Holding on with fingers
and feelings alike
But the time has come
To move along

Can you help me?
Can you let me go
And can you still love me
When you can't see me anymore

Then the fire fades away
most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're the other side of the world
to me

kt tunstall