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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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It feels as if you're seized.The kind of silence that can fill a room, thick and suffocating. Yet, while its stifling you, its fragile, brittle, worse than glass, that could break apart at a pin point. There is breath taken, almost involuntarily. Then, it interrupts. They say it flows, but it actually cuts, sharply into your chest, and you can almost hear silence being ripped apart, strand by strand amidst the shuffling and hushing. You feel the discomfort, its possible to say its driving you nuts, and its almost impossible to breath, overwhelming, overflowing out of the deep - and almost instantly, you realize that its beautiful. Its like butter melting in sunshine, warm and soothing. That thing in your chest, it disperses into your skin, your toes and your fingertips. A voice cries out, your voice, yet its inaudible amidst the music, a sigh lost in song. You are disembodied in your attention, drawn like a line, yet your soul scattered elsewhere, a victim to the ghost of harmony, flitting like breath in the wind. |