DrownTheClock

this is the first day in over a year and two months that i have been in this account. lull, lull, lull. it's strange going over things i've recorded and written in the past. rachael, how much you've changed! you've got your head and your heavy soul, now you need your roots and tree. rachael, don't stay still too long. rachael, finish growing up. i'm so happy. i haven't created much visual "art" this past year and two months. the audio  though has been fluent. i love speaking through music. i have developed my abilities to capture in melody and rhythm exactly what i feel, where words have failed. i do, though,have this nagging intuition beg

here's to hiding those instances in the subconscious and hoping that new instances are strong enough to replace the old.

it's sort of pathetic that i can't listen to your music anymore because i can still feel you sitting next to me, holding my hand.  i remember every time i ever watched you talk, laugh, frown, or smile and it sort of hurts. a huge fucking shame too, because your music is the best i've heard lately. it was all i listened to for weeks. "if i could i would be with you..." ouch. i may not know completely what your varied perspectives of love are, but i know that i love you. i don't see you anymore... i miss you, and i love you... "fuck you, fuck me, fuck we. love you, love you, love you." :no: