Every keystroke in this song I'm listening to. I hear the dripping blood of someones bleeding heart. I see almost exactly what they saw. Bathing near some river in a prairie. Completely content and in love with a woman with a soft face. Children run and to and fro. A living painting of what seems like a distant dream.
In music, there are untold stories.

And I want to unravel them. But I wonder if I'm lost in translation, or if I am the one re-defining each sound.
Each day I feel as if I've been falling. I've been falling for so long that I thought I was flying. I've been drowning for so long that I thought myself to be breathing underwater.

A constant revert towards original ideas. Always falling back to that original spacing.
But I've suffered so much in silence that I do not have the energy to draw from that wellspring any longer.
I cannot tell you of the pains I face when I awake to see the mystifying images of faces long gone.
I myself have felt as if I have died like they have. A lingering mist in the air. A ghost that dwells in the shadowy corners of a household.

Watching and taking note of every little detail, but lacking the voice to speak.
I am long forgotten. And I grew too comfortable with the idea of being a phantom of yesterday.
Words of love mean nothing to me any longer. They are but false words of consolation. There is no love in their eyes when they mutter it. I have no disdain for them. Only feelings of a momentary sorrow.