whatiwas

(recorded in a desk chair in Hillsboro, Oregon, in one take with an improvised melody. typical boring darryl, but a sign of things to come, perhaps.)

It could be because it's darker, it could be for the way that you touched on the sides of my consciousness and smiled a "Hello," it could be for your rolling voice in phone calls in the months when things were just as quiet.

For any reason, I still speak in whispers, and everything I had inside sounds short and weak to me, but for a moment, for one second, I thought of you and the craziness of it all made me smile for long enough.