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Visions of Grey
05:23
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I awaken to numbness within a void, nerve endings inactive but slowly coming to life with an indistinct yet tangible cold. It grows to create tremors In my bones while a purpose is summoned forth. Weak at first, as the sun confronting winter's frost bitten embrace. But oh, the potential, requiring only time and hands. Here I prepare for the world and become something new. It was known even before the eyes first opened, breathe deep.
Breathe deep, feel the air kiss your lungs. In this first breath, wake your sense my child. Conjure meaning, from this existence. Stepping stones, new paths, doorways are open. The picture collided, colours, shapes, and decision. A collaboration soon turns to grey. Here, now, we learn the world. But the world is cold and uninviting. This isn't what anybody planned.
Run, don't bother with walking. Chase the little things, this life is just beginning. The chill won't reside, but neither will the sun. Embrace this life, and exhale as one.
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The Street I Grew Up On
05:55
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There was a time that the world was cold, a bitter place with nowhere to go. A warmth now exists, figuring things out while standing on the edge. A precipice, my conscience. A meeting, changing everything, you stood outside. The colours in your hair, as if each strand was a brushstroke painted in gold. You said,
"This is me, soul laid bare. Make this home, take the time, I'll make warmth from coal. Don't let go, this hand to hold."
This is an awakening of another kind, haunted by the soft touch of your skin. Memories more vivid than all before. Knew within a day, made you mine within a year. The feeling of grass on my feet, the wind in your hair. There was a peace I hadn't yet known with you. All notes harmonize.
You started to cough, I started to fear. You said it was nothing, but I knew she was near. You never notice how quiet things are until you're finally alone. This house is empty, this body is empty.
The scent of white walls and blue lingers long after the the curtain is pulled for the last time. The sickness set in quickly, there was nothing I could do. I watched you wither and fade. Your hand slipped and fell out of mine. Cartography, made a map and then lost it. Where did you go? This cutting sensation... familiar, confusing. Where did you go? I gave you everything, where did the warmth go?
I thought I knew, that first breath. But this, this is much colder than that.
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Haven't found home again, no sense of peace for the weary. There is no way to console the dead. Rotting inside of myself, what am I to do? I've lost my vision, this landscape is dreary, a never ending grey.
"My love, speak not of what was. There was joy, and I know of how you suffer. But there is hope, colour in the black. Find sound in the quiet. You need to listen. Hear my voice, follow me home."
I hear you, but I can't feel you. Your touch, your skin. Your voice is growing distant. Hide the pain again.
I am retreating, back into the dirt. I am retreating, I swear I'll find you.
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