"Cradled In My Bed of Bones"

If there was ever a pure beauty in this world it would belong to a young woman, age twenty-one. She has a soft voice that echoes the world around. She is delicate and hardened, wise and youthful, serious and loving. She has held me for two years with accented vocals that lift my heart to the forefront and tears it to shreds all at the same time. According to an article, I've come to the conclusion that she sold her soul to a butterfly and is quite contented in her decision to do so. I sometimes spend and hour or so trying to wrap my mind around her talent, around her ability to awaken the living dead with songs about just that. I wonder how my life would be without Miss Marling (as I often refer to her as) and how I feel as if I know her and can become her through soft melodies with unsuspected pick-ups. I will get to see Laura Marling in sixteen days at the Troubadour in West Hollywood. I expect this experience to be life-changing and thus, have pre-ordered her September 13 album on iTunes as soon as I realized I wouldn't be able to live without it. It is with the tip from a friend that I found the songs were released early and so,  I spent this Sunday with this world's purest beauty.