And it's never over.

[sightempest]

You remember how the melancholy spread, like jam with double the fruit and half the sugar, like raindrops dissecting fogged windows, like the cold in your feet, in your hands, in your bones. You felt it rise, like the steam of a cup of tea, like the ocean in your throat, like the audience that slowly accepts an ending. And when it finally came home

Comments

[cutmedown]

oh, god.
beautiful.

[psuedosentence]

gosh. that last line hits hard.

[bennybunny]

I like the roll of your vocabulary, it reminds me of thisvelocity’s gorgeous journal.

Buckley is so frustrating for me. I love his passion and his zeal, and usually, whenever I write a music list or feature for anyone, his name will be there or there abouts even though I know he was undercooked and badly produced but his passion and prowess alone speak well beyond words, they’re trascendental. That is probably the song of his I find most frustrating, it has the Morrissey essence, the stunning voice, the line “a kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder” is juxtaposed, lilting in the mix and it HITS between the eyes, but the length, self indulgent triplicate rain reference... just like the serenade at the end of I Know It’s Over... slightly stilts the poetry to me