Sometimes I feel like a glass full of a red liquid, and the slightest shake makes me start spilling.
I pulled this song out of my archive of music to listen to someday when I got home after Natasha's funeral. I was angry and the blunt, harsh, feed back drenched music was a cushion to me. Once, while walking Eloise, I realized I couldn't see where I was going. It was because I had started to weep that tears were blurring my eyesight
At night, when nothing else seemed to work, I would listen to this and would be asleep before the song ended.
Sometimes beautiful things threaten to overwhelm me and I find myself in a mind typhoon. The golden winds of sound sweep around me at gale force while the iron grey emotions swamp my little boat.
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