“You brought me yellow roses, I wanted red, I want your warmth and closeness, I’m not your friend, oh, and some other love, she is the fortunate one, you’ll give her all that I want, and I’ll get nothing, nothing, but dreams in the night, flowers that wither and die, chasing impossible skies, into nothing, nothing”
What a beautifully melancholy lament. Right. In. The. Feels.
I was thinking of how short my recent posts are and I just reminded myself “that’s where you’re at right now”. I like to do some interpretation and narrative maybe about the songs I discovered, but with the school year winding down and things go go go, sometimes little snippets are ok! We’ll be “back to our regularly scheduled programming” in terms of some writing soon.
Hydrate!
BGDG.
everything, etc. 