#logging field

[hannisconfused]

headphones are insane because i could be listening to annabelle dinda give the most heart-wrenching description of grief for the natural world that i identify with in my bones, and it’s like 4:00 on a wednesday

[voidlot]

raw from the archives - 2015

[icarrioniicarian]

I′d say I felt it coming fast

But pains of now are always past

And no one can predict the way things fall

And missing is a boundless trap

You learn to love around a gap

Still, pieces of you live there in the vault

But our bodies weren't built for grief

All primal screams, then quick relief

We′re built to chop the wood

And start a fire

And as I watch the branches catch

What once was shade becoming ash

I wonder, am I also on the pyre?

[blacksheepcolorfulskin]

And it's a skill I've come to question

It is a skill I don't wanna learn

Building a future off a suggestion

Basing a life off of a word

Living a life off of a word

And it's a fear I end up living

It is a fear I don't want to earn

You had to go, but I'm the one missing

You had to go, but I'm the one burned

I let you go and I'm the one burned

And there's a field somewhere within me

An open field where things used to grow

Pain I can't take never quite kills me

It leaves the space for what I don't know

It leaves the space for what I don't know

[pussygunk]

but our bodies weren’t built for grief

all primal screams and quick relief

[sleepydelights]

And there's a field somewhere within me

An open field where things used to grow

Pain I can't take, it never quite kills me

It leaves the space for what I don't know

It leaves the space for what I don't know

[voidlot]

raw from the archives - 2015

[blacksheepcolorfulskin]

Is someone real if they're unclear

Can you be gone, you weren’t here

Am I allowed to grieve the empty air

And missing is a boundless trap

You learn to love around the gap

Still, pieces of you live there in the vault