self titled

I never wanted this. I never wanted to become so alive that I learned how to feel. I wanted the silence, the loss of voice, but had the want of a soul to fill that empty space that danced on a line of regrets. I had them. I know what it is to feel so bruised, to the point of dejection; to be morally burned so that the skin falls away like dieing leaves. They are flyleafs of nature's bitter love songs and eulogies.

For me...

Be that brilliant falling moon on the water, what with one slight move is lost, be that one last star that is seen at dawn and at noon forgotten. So beautiful. Beauty in an evanescent form so lucid I feel I never knew it at all, but merely dreamed it real and deemed it tangible. I am aware now of the music that plays but no one hears, that faint melody that tickles the background, and leaves me breathless. That heartbeat that is constant and reliable, but the most delicate and fragile reality I have ever known.



Know this, in remembrance of me....



The loss of the veil I had shielding the world from my eyes; it fell so heavily that I nearly died from the shock. Where is beauty now? Does anything exist, now, that is pure and clean anymore? Even the water tastes of taint. I feel the eyes of those lonely and waiting fall on me, fondling the darkness for a message. But what remains of salvation, and where can it be found? If for a moment, just a moment, I can behold an endless sunrise, then let me live for just one day. I'll wait for just that day before I fall. And when I find you, as I am sure I will find you, speak to me of redemption. Will you wait for me, as you had promised long ago, when the world was so much more? When everything meant so much more? Now all is dust as I am dust, and hopefully one day we will find that Star once more. For now, leave us with your regrets. And let the cries fill that empty space, in want of a star, in want of a soul.



....do this in remembrance of me.