Im too tired to edit out the animatic so have this for now
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Im too tired to edit out the animatic so have this for now
@galaxcinnamoon @aleixser @cat-muffin this is for yallĀ
somehow..
somehow.. between the days and the nights the dark and the light the rain and the sun through stormy paths and bumpy roads I breathe
somehow between the breeze in the beach the sun in the spring sleepless nights in empty bars in empty streets memories left behind in a drunken past falling and fading without ever ending as the the leaves from the fall hit the ground I step on flying and fading away from these winter walls that keep me cold and blue in my own igloo still breathing
somehow torn between destroying or saving myself torn between the drugs the alcohol the clouds of smoke waiting looking for new colors to paint the picture more vivid pulse hasnāt departure Iām still breathing
somehow as the days go by without leaving a mark without leaving a trace I felt so fulfilled back then back when I didnāt have anything but this silence in me the years in the abyss makes me feel the emptiness I didnāt existed from the beginning
somehow between sleepless nights hangover cries despite the vertigos in my head besides the mixtures in my veins drinking the pain away just to paint the picture a little more vivid check my heart rate I think Iām still breathing
blurry nights in different city lights reviewing in retrospective reflecting on my perspective when did I become this attentive at remembering the nights when I was aiming for the incentive to forget about myself drown myself in empty bottles looking for a escape beyond these winter walls check my heart rate itās cold and blue like an igloo but somehow I am still breathing
rainy days and coffee cups bonfires and empty bottles of wine attempting to warm up bottomless addictions In a sea of self-inflicted wounds I wouldnāt believe it If i told myself that Iāve made it somehow from there to here
somehow despite the voices in my head the dragons in my way the burned bridges left behind lighting up the night noting every step of the way to see the magic someday to feel okay somewhere sitting in a bench and say āsomehow.. Iāve made it from there to here I survived it all in my own battlefieldā
check on my pulse still there still torn still breathing somehow..
@galaxcinnamoon are you proud of me yet?
yep this is becoming a music blog too
1:57am
I tried to disengage take a step back for a moment unplug figure out my path figure out my life drinking every now and then smoking sometimes all the time most the time slowly losing perception of reality losing perception of time slowly but it came like a flash sleepless nights sleepless weeks where sleep is often the only escape to unplug facing the same things every day trying to find escapes in small things that I blow into smoke disappearing, as I go as I walk through hell that I'm living but those moments took time they took days whiskey nights to warm our bones sometimes weeks months even years it almost feels like an anniversary since I said "I'll quit tomorrow" next week next month next year feeling trapped by gravity in this black hole I cannot escape trying to hear myself better but can't turn off these voices in my head the lights go out and out I go walking into the lightless winter night freezing bones burning bridges lighting up the night and never turning back expect to watch it all burn behind us As I look upon the sky look! a shooting star burning, burning, burning through the dark sky disappearing in a moment in this vast nothingness I step back for a moment unplug for a moment still stay in this battlefield escaping beyond these walls still one way or another as I ask this impossible nothingness where has all of this gone? and what's next..