Drag these broken wings
Through the lonely streets of town

So alone
It hurts to know just how alone I am
Without your song
So sing to me

Does your ocean ever sleep?
Do your stars ever dream?
Close your eyes and think of me
And I'll be waiting
I'll be dancing on the waves
Whenever you need to find a place
That feels like home

Lord I've cried
And I've screamed
Through salt-filled skies
And growing old

So alone
It hurts to know just how alone I am
Without your song
So sing to me...

-LN, without your song

These are the words to a song that I think is maybe one of the most sadly beautiful songs I know. Unfortunately it loses some of it's beauty without the music that helps to make it so beautiful. Thank you so much Colin for this wonderful CD. I think of you when I hear it.

It was srange how when the train would start up, I could feel no sensation that we were actually moving. The only way I could tell that we indeed were was by watching the lights outside slowly slide past the window, gradually picking up speed, until I could feel, as well as see, that we were moving. I loved the gentle swaying of the train, sometimes up and down as well as side to side.

After arriving back in Melitopol, I stood at the busstop across the street from the station, watching a few birds trying to fly. They were situated in the air above the house across the road, wildly flapping their wings, but not going anywhere. Ocasionally one would get tired and stop flapping for a moment. But I think it would get scared and quickly pick it up again. Stationary flapping birds against a sky streaked with gray purple clouds, the wind finding it's way up my sleeves causing me to shiver as I waited.