by Drew MartinSometimes when I go on my long run on Sunday morning I fixate on a phrase for a couple hours; sort of like what one might call a mantra. Yesterday morning I was thinking about the difference of prose, poetry, and song. For some reason Annie Lennox's singing of one simple line got caught in my head. Listening to her magically sing this blows away any attempt to record it merely as words.
I walk into an empty room,
and suddenly my heart goes boom.