Anything

Martina Topley-Bird – Anything from Quixotic (2003) /bluesy triphop/
((“My half.I thought I’d be stronger.But my pathto you just seems longer.You fake me to a highof just no other kind. I don’t want anything (but you)I don’t need anything (but you)”
A hand leaves its grip on rough wood grain with a hesitative pause and trails lightly over the wet air. A bare foot leaves a quickly receding imprint and a dim slushy sound of suction on sodden grass. A light blue frock bobs across the lush unkempt field, greyed by the opressive weight of clouds. With it go arms legs and body, subtle stress apparent in the bleak gait. Eyes see past the swollen creek and shuttered sky, the crook of branches and burdened droop of leaves, and into the impossibilities of accepting the change to an immutable truth. Standing ankle-deep in the mudded waters with wet cold sinking through skin, decision will be made at later date, issues at hand pocketed away for keeping. Insist that nothing has changed.))