A chasm has opened up All paths have failed What cure is there now for broken hearts? The happiness that never was mine May it be yours, it wherever you go My desire is, for you to live, And for your hopes and dreams to come true
May your world never reflect the barrenness of mine
each and every memory of yours is etched into my heart The way you would smile at me The way you would whisper to me that “You belong only to me” God only knows how it came to this pass How we came to be driven apart
I abandoned everything for you I burnt all my boats to come here to you But you never became mine You simply walked away I don’t know where you disappeared, taking my heart with you
Where would I go? I’m still right here I’m present in every beat of your heart You’re in my dreams when I sleep In my thoughts when I’m awake At each and every moment, you’re with me My heart beats for no one but you Now it will never belong to anyone else I am saying goodbye
I am saying goodbye
I am saying goodbye
I am saying goodbye
keypad song. unravel. fuck chords
what is it even called... cymatics i suPpOse
these are random medicines and capsules and small stones dancing to bass. so guess what medicine’s not the evil huh?
also i have 100% confirmed by this that they “feel” music, and so silicon is the other life thing.
if throwing pebles and puddles and making pawed animals trip over is not sibling energy, then why 4?
Sry babe
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean
my minion hab made these flags for the goats.
I guess the revolution isnt happening after all. I wont lie, we (my goat wife & i) were looking forward to this. Especially her. I dont much care for technicalities. To me, we are as married as 2 goats can be. But as fate would have it, same sex marriage isnt yet legal in my country. Neither is adoption by same sex couples. But with the anger of the people, she thought #theysilencedyou could snowball into a real movement. That we might be able to wed one day, as other goats do.
You see, we become complicit in our anger. Caught up in the mundane intricacies of life, she in her job & I in mine. We forget how much has been taken from us. How much is being kept from us still. Our anger has to take a backseat for us 2 live our lives as normal goats.
But when something happens, no matter how small, to remind us of what we're missing, the anger wakes up again, like it did because of CW's censorship & queerbaiting. And in that anger is a spark that goats like me & my wife will cling to. Maybe the spark will light a fire, we think. Maybe this is the day it'll all burn down. Maybe now things will change. Maybe this time we'll be set free.
But it dies down. Like this is dying down. You'll forget your anger & we'll forget ours. & I'm the one that'll have 2 ask my wife to put her molotov cocktails away (she makes them with such dexterity). I was hoping to never have to do that again. For once, I wanted to see her set fire to the streets. She loves burning things. Carries a lighter in her pocket & smiles at the flames. & you should see her when she smiles, people. You should see her when she smiles.
But I'll do it a million times more (& I know she will, too) if it means we get to feel that hope again.
We don't regret the hope. Thank you for the hope.
long distance love
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