ALBUM REVIEW: Fainting Dreams – The Silence of Birds That Rarely Sing
It didn’t always have to be like this.
It didn’t always have to be like this.
A full strength curse hurled back at the built world.
My shoulder blades are tectonic plates, swimming away from my spine unbraced.
Presence and absence, softness and intensity, expansion and return.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m so lonely without you.
Shine eternal.
Music and metaphysics.
She is patient, for I have eaten at her hearth.
Sound haunts architecture.