neil finn kinda night.

i used to know a boy, 

a boy who said he loved me.

he had an unhealthy obsession for neil finn.

so anything crowded house, the voice of neil finn,

brings back a rush of linked memories and sensations.

it's - 

that permanent smile,

deep set lines by the corners of the mouth,

the pungent hugo boss cologne,

the metallic taste in the mouth,

the warm, freckled skin,

a long scar by the flank - i forget which side - 

that high pitched laugh,

the sound of lily petals opening in the early hours of the morning,

the rush of adrenaline.