There is nothing.

There is only me and there is only you.
And once all this is over there will be only me and you.
There will be spaces and silence but it will all be okay.
For in the spaces we can breathe.
And in the silence we can talk.
And after breathing we can move.
And to the talking we can listen.
So then the spaces won't be spaces anymore.
And the silence will turn to song.
And in amongst the nothing that turned to something we'll find ourselves.

One Day.

It's hard to believe that 'one day' will ever come when every day feels the same as the one before and you still haven't been rescued from your castle turret.
You can pace over the stone floor as much as you like but he still hasn't come.
And you're still alone.
But you keep holding onto that hope because it's the only good thing you've got left.  These four walls, that cold bed, the worn dress, and that hope.
You have to believe it's going to happen one day because it's the only thing keeping you going.
Maybe he's got lost or trapped or it's not time yet, but he has to be coming.
Just like He told you.

'Ain't nobody else quite like you.'

I miss accents.
I mean, everyone has an accent.  But you get used to them.
Plus, some accents are cooler than others.
I've been listening to The Gentlemen a lot and it makes me want to be around people with that type of accent.  Don't ask why, it just does.

That's all I have to say right now really.
It probably wasn't blogworthy but you know.

People are more awesome than not.