that night, i thought of everything that had happened.
the old innocence i wanted to hold to me. the newness you brought. the fantasy you promised. the flash of light and flame. the cracking of the earth. the longest fall. the death of all happiness. the bud beneath the ashes of utter destruction. the new path.
her music made me remember it all.
but i think of it always, anyway. there isn't a day when i don't remember certain words, brief glances, the slow sunrise, the line on my hand that splits into two.
the difference is, now her voice belongs to me, also. she sings to me my own truth. a truth apart from yours.
the old innocence i wanted to hold to me. the newness you brought. the fantasy you promised. the flash of light and flame. the cracking of the earth. the longest fall. the death of all happiness. the bud beneath the ashes of utter destruction. the new path.
her music made me remember it all.
but i think of it always, anyway. there isn't a day when i don't remember certain words, brief glances, the slow sunrise, the line on my hand that splits into two.
the difference is, now her voice belongs to me, also. she sings to me my own truth. a truth apart from yours.
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toothpickmoe:
Thank you, my dear. I'm glad he doesn't have to suffer anymore.
leib_:
I love discovering new and forgotten music that does that to me. Like the first time I heard Anais Mitchell.