1. |
Uninhabited Emptiness
04:25
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I stood in the emptiness
that we had once
inhabited together.
I screamed into the void
for it to take me, to
electrify the static.
I pressed my hands to my face
to tear the flesh away
from this unflinching scowl.
I looked in the mirror;
the blood-soaked ghost
glared gravely back at me.
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2. |
Paths Unfolding
04:39
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Even in this state of mourning,
there’s a path ahead unfolding.
Every second, we are hurling
toward a brand new dawn unfurling.
Even in this sad confusion,
there is purpose in the bruising.
Every moment, you are closer
to the one you’re meant to be.
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3. |
Lifted Skyward
04:50
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Out on the hot pavement,
the sun beat down upon me
in my khaki hat and
oversized polarized lenses.
I obscured my features
so I could not be seen,
but it only hurt more.
I felt hot, suffocating
in the stuffy summer air.
Out on the horizon, heat waves
danced and lapped my skin.
Like a lonesome stray balloon,
they rose, and I was lifted skyward.
Up above the tall buildings,
my life stretched out before me.
Blinding lights obscured visions
of the present, and I saw
a series of windows rushing past:
memories of you and me.
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4. |
Echo Forth
07:28
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[Bathed in the orange glow of a single street lamp,
the back parking lot reverberates with soft street sounds
and hushed whispers of leaves dancing in the breeze.
We listen with the window open to the cool summer night.]
/ / / /
I stare out my back window
at our old apartment now.
I place myself in our bedroom,
where our shapes remain tangled
in sheets at night in my mind.
I walk past the front porch,
where we were once spectators.
I am the spectacle now [— to be
witnessed from the brown chair].
I recall how we moved in the dark,
pretending to be our better halves.
I weep alone in the darkness
of my lonely solitude
as the words echo forth
[throughout eternity]:
“And now, my eyes must sing.”
I trip and stumble through life
uncertainly, guided by
crippling despair and fear
of failure. I am alone.
(I am inconsequential.)
But I know I am closer
than I ever have been
to accepting myself.
And for that, I am grateful,
but until then, be well.
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A Real Echoey Approach Kansas City, Missouri
If you're more or less wanting to get into some real specific patterns and different things -- some wind-swept looks and
different stuff like that -- you need look no further whatsoever.
A Real Echoey Approach is yet another project from the fertile mind of Dylan Beck (Heidi Klum's Bangs, Carlo dell'Aquila), whose aim is to conjure inexplicable beauty in fragments of noise.
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