In the drizzle

It's strange what an hour's bus ride with the drizzle hitting against the window where you're seated can do to you, for I found my tears well up yesterday while plugged in to my favourite tunes...

"...it's a long long journey till I know where I'm supposed to be.

I close my eyes and pray all my wishes come true, ev'ry night I go to sleep until you're mine, I'll wait for you endlessly, can't you see?

I picture you across the oceans, in your corner of the world. I pray the wind will blow my voice and gently whisper in your ear. Your night may be my day and though the seasons change.

If the world should stop revolving spinning slowly down to die, I'd spend the end with you. And when the world was through, then one by one the stars would all go out, then you and I would simply fly away.

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world..."

And so I figured that feeling emo is not only the prerogative of a teenager but one of Jo's as well...