I didn’t make this for anyone. I just couldn’t hold it anymore.  No music, no plan, no meaning. Just what it felt like when everything collapsed inside.  If you hear something in it… then maybe we’re not so alone after all.

Chopper blade
Sounds hit 
Sacred shrines 
Below hidden 
Above seen
Away from 
Bustling city
Secret oasis
Foreign mind
Distant memory
Special signs
Modern times
Integrated statues
Stand watch 
Over cyberdelia
Metropolis surrounds
Wooded garden
Spirits living
In wires
Connect to
Old stone

Spirits Living Within Wires Connect To Old Stone

I don’t really know what this is.
I just recorded it one night when my head was too loud and I couldn’t explain anything with words.

It’s just my voice. No music, no lyrics, nothing planned.

I wasn’t trying to make a song. I just needed to let something out.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it doesn’t make sense. But it’s real.

And if someone listens, maybe they’ll feel something too.

Symphony of My Collapse – Part I: Self as a Storm

I'm not a musician. Everything you hear here came from inside me — no training, no planning... like a voice I didn't know I had. I write so I don't disappear, and I make sounds like they're trying to remember me before I forget.
– David Anaskos

Symphony of My Collapse – Part I: Self as a Storm

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