I can't find Steve Winwood... I know he's in here somewhere.
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I can't find Steve Winwood... I know he's in here somewhere.
@deviant2 This one slays me. It's from a very special time in my life. Thanks for triggering those memories.
No better way. Music can both heal and open wounds from times gone by.Sorry if that's a bad thing, I'm just tumbling back through times gone by myself.
Oh my... I gotta gather my thoughts, I forget sometimes that I'm not the only one out here hurting.No better way. Music can both heal and open wounds from times gone by.
The song Sailing, by Christopher Cross was introduced to me by a woman I fell head over heals in love with. It was the last year for me in the army and she was staying in my dad's house as he had just passed. Rented it to her for a year and it was set up for horses because we had um...horses lol at any rate it just so happened that she had a horse which she kept elsewhere...and um wanted to move her in, against the conditions of the lease. I was 20 at the time and pretty much a virgin still almost...yeah um long story short she used me to board the horse and other stuff in exchange for amazing sex which I thought was genuine. I got a 'dear john' about 4 months in an it devastated me...fuck. sorry for rambling. It is a great song, and time heals most wounds. Shes dead now. Her boyfriend shot her one evening during and argument fueled by cocaine...shame,
I'm sorry for your pain. HugsOh my... I gotta gather my thoughts, I forget sometimes that I'm not the only one out here hurting.