I want my l-

"I want my lung. Dr Altman, I'm big. Too big. I don't fit in airplane seats and as Jeff is always telling me, my feelings don't always fit the situation. If my food is overcooked at a restaurant, I get enraged. I want to kill the waiter. But I don't. ...I spend my days making myself smaller, more acceptable. And that's okay, because at night, when I go onstage, I get to experience the world the way I feel it. Indescribable rage, and unbearable sadness, and huge passion. At night, on stage, I get to kill the waiter and dance on his grave . And if I can’t do that, if all I have is left is a life of making myself smaller, then I don’t want to live. I don’t."

- Singer with lung mesothelioma, Grey's Anatomy Season 6, Ep 12

Is it wrong that I can identify with that sentiment? A little too much.

A little bit of bliss, a little bit of pain

From the movie Whip It, which, along with Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, Juno and 500 Days of Summer, represents a growing genre of Indie-type movie which I am just beginning to get acquainted with, and just beginning to love.

Tea(escapes

Will you take my hand and step in

to the past with me through

an open door

an open window

into sepia-ed tones (warm, worn hardwood

of faded stars gone by

into another land

into another time where

the whole world seems to fade away...

except you and me and yesterday -

Lets sip on cups of tea and swirl

the cinnamon crème-d foam

and watch it luxuriate

into perfect globs of effervescent

conversational catalysts

and let the warmth slide into us (undiminished.

although it's chilly out, we are

in oblivion) Music interjects

in scratchy tones

in soothing, dulcet croons -

the familiarity of it all permeating,

reminiscing, pondering,

communicating.

Will you sit and while away

the time with me As Time Goes

By, relieving

moments that tide you over, refreshing

you for another time (which we forget for now, and

put aside for then) -

in a fold in time's fabric), we

shall share a laugh again

while the Monroes and Hepburns and Presleys

look on benevolently, while you

warm the cockles of my heart. : )