Kaya mula ngayon"
A medium I once used to dismiss as pretentious is now one that sounds to me like thought in harmony.
The tinkling notes that fall like rain. The color of gray sky memory.
The layered riff that begins the tension. A piecing together. A picture painted.
And then the drone. The textualization, texturization. Rendering.
The thrumming bass. Always a heartbeat, but now also growth. Also the ether of the new. The air after the sky.
And then the beat, the drums. Action. The release.
In speechlessness it speaks to me.
The fade, my amen.
Why is it so terrifying to stand up for what you think is right?
We need those heroes and heroines. As preposterous and unrealistic, as over the top as their exploits may be at times, we need them because when we are at our apathetic worst they remind us of the one decent thing we can still do.
The longer we travel these roads the further they seem to be from each other.
how is it every time I think there’s nothing left you take away a little more
— Nine Days
I gave you all that I have inside
And you took my love
Didn’t I tell you what I believe?"