ten ✗

[gungoddess]

[the entry starts out recorded with a soft, quiet voice singing something -- and whatever you may think, it's actually not accidental]

And oh, oh, how could you do it?
Oh, I never saw it coming.
Oh, oh, I need the ending.
So why can't you stay just long enough to explain?

Take your time, take my time.

[as she sings, a few random doodles start to

Comments

[recorded; soft]

[piratebaast]

...It's still beautiful, but ... it's not the same.

[gungoddess]

Nothing's the same. Not the music, not the home, and not... even the stitches.

[piratebaast]

It's all we have.

[gungoddess]

Then I guess I'm hella greedy.

[very_literate]

A lute...

I never did play any musical instruments, but I always thought those sounded lovely.

[gungoddess]

I associate lutes with annoying, actually. But the lovable annoying, and I can't explain how much I miss it.

Ohhh, the old days.

[very_literate]

If you miss it, perhaps you should learn to play it? Could be a fun hobby...

[gungoddess]

Dunno, maybe. I think it's the retard who played it that I really super miss though, and that ain't something I can replace.

[eatshootsnleves]

[Recorded drumming, just hands tapping out a beat, while you're at that. And then, written]

You need a band.

[gungoddess]

A band, eh?

[eatshootsnleves]

Sorry I'm not much for strings.