In an attempt to delete an audio recording that I wasn't satisfied with, I ended up deleting the post as whole thinking it meant deleting the changes I had made previously. My bad. This is just a repost, where nothing has changed from the original. My apologies for causing any confusion.
I was sitting among tiny green blades of grass, listening to a chaotic symphony of loudspeakers and bubbling voices.
a song. i'm worried that i stole the melody from somewhere but i don't think i did, i think i just took inspiration from somewhere. anyways. hope it's all right. i want to make it a little less chunky and transition from section to section better. and i should really just permanently turn down the glock...
I stood at the tip of the dock looking out over that salty water.
The fog had come slowly that morning, seeping into the harbor and quietly covering the shore.
Mussle gathering at noontime was raw and wet. The chilled water numbed my fingers until feeling no longer pulsed through them and blood flowed easily from popped blisters, earned yestrday while chopping wood.
the trees in the orchard are more ripe with children than they are with apples. fragile branches expose themselves to be limbs of limber youth, elbows protruding like gnarls on a tree, knees scarred like dimpled bark. if you aren't too careful you'll end up snagging a ruby red sneaker instead of a crisp macintosh. you may want to pick apples but the children want to stand on the bow of a well-crafted ship
I made these tonight. i'm not totally happy with how they turned out but i didn't put a ton of time into them, so i'm not really surprised. anyways. one of them's just me messing around, the other one's a version of a melody that i made up a while back.
I blink myself into conciousness most mornings. It's slow to the point that I don't know it's happening until its effects are irreversible, like when you start writing on unlined paper and don't notice that your words are slanting until it's too late. And then I'm awake, in the loosest sense of the word, and my alarm is a jumble in my ears, and my body is heavier than it's ever been, and I play the game where I weigh the pros and cons
It's a Intrinsic disease They told me, A unfortunate byproduct Of a Non-lucid mind. A mind of someone Who is discontent With the real world. Well, If that's the case, I don't mind Being sick. Because in a world Scarred by dark roads, Dark choices; It's okay To look up at the sun And imagine Happy little fantasies.
tried to upload this yesterday but it was all slow and glitchy and I had to give up. anyways. some more music, this collection using more or less the same theme throughout? just experimenting a little. it might be awful.
these can still count for summer of stories, right? as makeup for the days i missed?
I spent most of today Floating up in space My head in the clouds My heart in the air I kissed a solar eclipse Right on the lips A secret that only us And the stars could share I spent most of tonight Fighting back my tears Because after a long day without caring I'm left with my fears And I just don't know How I can live With the weight of the world Resting on my shoulders