Favorite bands :
Dave Matthews Band, Eatliz, Damien Rice, Jason Mraz, P!nk, Paramore, Dream THeater, ELP, Killswitch Engage, Porcupine Tree, Train ad infinitum
Favorite guitarists :
Steve Vai, Joe Satriani, John Petrucci, Kirk Hammlet, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Jimi Hendrix, Angus Young, Jimmy Page, Ian Moss, Yngwie Malmsteen, Gary Moore, Keith Richars, Synaster Gates, Zacky Vengeance, Dave Matthews, Steven Childs, Robert Fripp, Eric Clapton, Andy Fairweather-Low, Andy McKee, Tommy Emmanuel, Hank Marvin, Phil Emmanuel, Wes Carr
Favorite bassists :
Johnny Christ, John Myung, Billy Sheehan, Jaco Pastorius
Favorite books :
Too many to name!
Favorite tv :
House, Thank God You're Here, 24, Blackadder, SCRUBS!!! FlashForward, CSI, CSI:Miami, Spicks & Specks, Firefly
Favorite movies :
Fight Club, What Dreams May Come, Old Boy, Snatch, Se7en, Matrix: Reloaded, Serenity
sitting on a bench,
they turn to talking Ц
each hoping the other sees through their lies,
each knowing the conclusion before it is reached Ц
a time honoured ritual amongst
ex lovers passing time as friends
she speaks first,
as if pre-empting his thoughts
and lays out again why they are here,
why they could, and will, never be
whilst he half listens, half dreams of her
lying sleeping in his arms
he knows when she will stop,
stepping in with the right words at the right time
like a perfectly choreographed dance routine.
whilst they exchange steps, she imagines what it would be like
to taste those lips
just once again
time passes unnoticed,
people wander by, some lingering as if to observe
only to continue unaffected.
after a while, they look into each otherТs eyes
just a beat too long to be just a friendly look
each hoping to see in the other what they feel inside
at last, they stand together,
perfectly in time and hug
pausing in the warmth of the embrace just a fraction too long
before one breaks away, painfully,
and they say their goodbyes.
the bench watches them impassively
ghosts of their conversations lingering in its tired wooden frame.
it almost seems to sigh as they pass away into the distance,
only every unspoken word left between.