Come Back to Me

David Cook is fast becoming my favourite new act, nevermind I have no idea what he looks like.

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You say you gotta go and find yourself
You say that you're becoming someone else
Don't recognize the face in the mirror looking back at you
You say you're leaving as you look away
I know there's really nothing left to say
Just know I'm here whenever you need me, I will wait for you

So I'll let you go, I'll set you free
And when you've seen what you need to see
When you find you... come back to me

Take your time, I won't go anywhere
Picture you with the wind in your hair
I'll keep your things right where you left 'em, I'll be here for you.

I can't get close if you're not there
I can't get inside if there's no soul there
I can't fix you, I can't save you
It's something you'll have to do.

So I'll let you go, I'll set you free
And when you've seen what you need to see
When you find you... come back to me
Come back to me

And I hope you find everything that you need.
I'll be right here, waiting to see
You find you... come back to me

When you find you...
Come back to me

~David Cook~
Come Back to Me

For You

Trawling through old drafts I found this, dated 04 January 2007.

So much has happened since. So much has changed, and yet, some things never will.

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I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how,
or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
So I love you
because I know no other way

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

~Pablo Neruda~
Sonnet XVII, 1960

Vanilla Bean Macarons!

I did it! I made macarons! No, better yet, I successfully made macarons!! That dainty, elusive, skirted delight. That flighty madame of pastries, fickle validation a pâtissier's skill.....

Today, I is Queen of the World.





Unfortunately, the pics of the sandwiched ones didn't come out too nice. Still! I did it!

Note to self: Must get a better camera...