beck's merlot
how to focus on something pushing itself further away. looking for success with the cards stacked against me. fleeing my destination. disdaining my goal. i aim to miss my target. to make it irrelevant and instead value myself.
if only life could really get some representation in anything outside itself. music and art, its closest reflection, but words, such empty imitations.
phone calls from a place too close. voices from so long ago. scientific explanations of memories past, repeated patterns of neuron connections. events past, emotions remain. short term memory loss. that uneasy feeling.
it contrasts so sharply with the soft feeling of falling into your voice. into the sounds of comfortable silence. of insane ranting. of a true lover.
a flower or the bumble bee?
if only life could really get some representation in anything outside itself. music and art, its closest reflection, but words, such empty imitations.
phone calls from a place too close. voices from so long ago. scientific explanations of memories past, repeated patterns of neuron connections. events past, emotions remain. short term memory loss. that uneasy feeling.
it contrasts so sharply with the soft feeling of falling into your voice. into the sounds of comfortable silence. of insane ranting. of a true lover.
a flower or the bumble bee?