distant empty futures—touching on the past
October 18, 2015 1:07 AM
About missing people. It's not 'till the end when I realize that my songs and stories are just shadows of reflections of feelings, lost intentions and devoid of useful meaning.
I can't explain it now, and I can't explain it then, even if I wake up now, I see we are still stuck alone, together in the past, I'm looking for you, but you can't reach me now; because you're gone.
Same as all the things I put on here, mostly, just words that showed up in my head while playing guitar, never really sure where anything will go. Figuring out words, rhythms and melodies as I go (recorded same day as last two, just a long delay in posting).
I can't explain it now, and I can't explain it then, even if I wake up now, I see we are still stuck alone, together in the past, I'm looking for you, but you can't reach me now; because you're gone.
Same as all the things I put on here, mostly, just words that showed up in my head while playing guitar, never really sure where anything will go. Figuring out words, rhythms and melodies as I go (recorded same day as last two, just a long delay in posting).
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