I still have the red Starburst that you got me for my birthday last May
And I still have the Kindle but now I hate to read
When I turn the page I always see your face
Was it age?
Was it distance?
The sum of both too great to make you stay
Is it love?
Is it anguish?
To hope that this goddamn Kindle breaks
I hope it fucking breaks
(some ooo's and shit go here)
24, kinda selfish
Knowing you're too good for goodness sake
26, kinda desperate
The world keeps telling you there's no time to waste or it'll be too late
I say fuck the world and everyone
Let their expectations fall into the sky
We'll be fine defined by us alone
On an island eating starburst till we throw up red
These words don't narrate anything
These plots progress prosaically
On a tablet that you gifted, my thoughts are always shifted to the Paperwhite between my fingertips
Focus has been lacking
Brain's always unpacking
Emptying the remnants of the months that we both shared
The pages will keep turning. Your absence will stop burning. I will learn to love to read again. The pages will keep turning. Your absence will stop burning. I will learn to love to read again.
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