Sweetens the bitter, bitters the sweet, gives you something to hold onto. Or perhaps let go of to grab something new. Affirms you were there and can be apart of something again. It takes both hands to hold onto the love that surrounds me and I need something free to reach through what I’ve molted. It’ll still be there just not within arm’s reach.I made a life full enough to have something to lose, and the former catholic in me hopes the sacrifice will sweeten the next stage I’m stepping into.
the concept of time can be comforting, but also scary at the same time. it’s a comfort, knowing that your wounds would slowly close itself up as time passes by. but it’s also scary, that when you think about it, we really are only insignificant beings, in the face of time. it is both scary and comforting, when i realized how easy it is to move on from the past. people that you once thought couldn’t live without, suddenly become a supporting character in one of your chapters of life. the name that you swore would never forget, suddenly becomes “that one friend that i had back in high school.” and what’s even scarier, is that, sometimes it is beyond our control. time just… took them away from us without our consent. names, places, memories. and most of the time, we wouldn’t even feel the loss and grief that should’ve come with losing them.
I‘m not ready to do this myself, but reading this community’s reflections on grief has been very bittersweet. Thank you to anyone who has been so open and warm enough to share your feelings and memories here.
On the grave of a 27 year old woman. It beautifully conveys the bitterness, resentment, and reluctant acceptance of the loved ones left behind when a life is taken too young.
Whatever man some more immediate version of me thought it was apt at the time. I love getting older cause past versions of me keep getting younger. I can’t hold it against them I was so young then! just a rapscallion
Devastating. so emotionally honest. stunning instrumentals. Listened to this a lot 2 augusts ago and again now bc I’m venturing into a new known unknown again. Always thought August is the Sunday of summer and feel like this album captures that lethargic oppressive heat that is always ushering in change tickled with a melancholic ending, the reminder of time passing, that your childhood is another summer behind you. A sigh instead of a sob. Only 2 songs are shorter than 6 minutes.