Perfection, Thy Name is James Blunt
Monday, June 16, 2008
I wish today, as I find myself wishing many a day, that I could write a sentence (okay, greedy, I admit, a paragraph, a story) that seared and sung and stuck and broke and cast in James Blunt style. To write like that guy sings. To rip the air apart with lyrics such as his.
If I could.
Just. If.
