This song- this album is about loss. This one about the processing of it. Existing in the moment of grief, empathy, sadness - but also hope, remembrance, fondness and nostalgia. Navigating the space created, by whats gone.
Loss affects in so many ways. There's grief of course, but also contemplation, desperation, confusion, anger, acceptance.
Contemplation.
A revisitation of the past, a reexamination of the present, a teardown of a future that no longer includes integral elements of what makes our life. Exciting, joyous, worth living or striving for.
People, a place, a dream, gone. With it, our future including them. The more they meant, the more of our future deconstructed.
So we look to what we still have. What we'll "always have"; our past. We find things we never knew we never new. Miss things we never thought to miss. Cherish the mundane.
But even the past isn't real. It's a copy, a facsimile, a record of what may have existed. It's as real as the future we lost. As full of hope, despair, aspiration and invention.
Tended to, and by, the only thing that is real. Our present self. Us now.
Us that can focus the lens. Us that can make the wave. Us that romanticizes, laments, cries, shakes, smiles, survives.
Let the future we build, be a gift to ourself, not a punishment.
Let the past we build, be a garden of remembrance, not a graveyard.
lyrics
_Blue
a glowing dust dancing, in rays of light.
_I cannot grasp
_Love
breathless, as we succumb
goodbye
where did you go?
Watching my shadows fade, on dim lit sidewalks -hearing what feels like a blur of yesterdays.
what were these precious things, that never mattered before the fracturing remains..
losing the grip, reduced, to sand ingrains.
Light burns on my skin.
Theres solace in the dusk.
Walking in the night.
I don’t want to see the sun rise.
Clouds. Stars. Pulled within.
Though seasons change, I know that I -
Am bound unto this sky.
(what remains?
the blurred smile reserved
reflecting ingraspable time
once again folds outlook of revering change
pace was an only wish of the vessel
and fate calls' an interruption to the last love of the present
nevertheless,
every moment repeating those behaviors
is mixed temperatures' monotony
in stained portrayal, blue in neglect
abandoned solace, composure controlled
average violence of daily refrain
placed apart the skip in beat
resolve a directionless path
brush another impossible light
in beige denial, amber in regret
deep as the first seen ounce
clear as the final heard ring
what can bring sound vividness again?
relentless presence
feigned reprise
it's endless when
the last pedals of an outline fell
and the roots of an existence pierced movement
eyes away
drips' vibration
when divinities weight is just as reiterated as shadows)
Light burns on my skin.
Theres solace in the dusk.
Walking in the night.
I don’t want to see the sun rise.
Clouds. Stars. Pulled within.
Though seasons change, I know that I -
Am bound unto this sky.
within the night
the tears are barred from the unchanged dreams
regardless of vividity
still pass throughout the day
dried resolve dampened in eternal sway
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