a stack of bills on the desk
disorganized but composed
my eyes do not reflect my age
but i feel it in my bones
the stupid things i used to do
leave an acute malaise
if only for the bat of an eye
it will cripple me some day _________________ follow me on the bandcamp.
i watched you yellow into gold as the air turned cold around you. you turned over a new leaf, reddened and fell to the ground in defeat. didn't you tell me the summer had just begun?
i will not shrivel up as shadows stretch across the pavement like fanciful beastly creatures, like all the horrors my mind manifests. they are merely phantom illusive things. the fall of night is but the frigid promise of a new day on the horizon, and no shadow survives the light. i realize with trepidation that summer is itself only a covenant, a ritual we entertain to welcome the coming winter with all her blizzards and her biting. _________________ follow me on the bandcamp.
we knew each other for a day that night
you, my chimeric muse, and i, the dreamer
what dreams did i vanquish when i awoke
when you discovered you were an illusion
or were you undone when i woke at dawn? _________________ follow me on the bandcamp.
do we celebrate the new year only to announce that the old one has died? the food i left on the table, a reminder of the yesterdays i took for granted, is rancid, and while i swell with anticipation for the plans ahead, i look back to admire the emaciated threads that have come undone. there is work yet unfinished.
another year has begun.
the new year confronts me with its blank slate. dust-gathered dreams find their feet as my courage returns to me, and they, the dreams, dance before me on their own. what will happen should i reach out to touch them?
what distinguishes this rising sun?
everything. _________________ follow me on the bandcamp.
today, while listening to polvo, i realized that one of the members was in this other project, and it's quickly ascended my charts. i am a sucker for these lofi acoustic experimental records.
this is nothing groundbreaking or earthshattering or soilemploding or dirtdropping or etc. more novel than envelope-pushing, but what a beautiful record, particularly the tunes with the overt eastern influence. it reminds me of hearing spartan fidelity for the first time.
also, i am patting myself on the back right now. i posted a legitimate album discussion entry in the music diary today instead of my usual navel-gazing. _________________ follow me on the bandcamp.
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