Solemn. Forlorn. Very lonely. Gets it's message across.

This is so blissful. I cant wait for more

Music? I’m listening to music? Whats in my hand? I have a hand? What’s a hand? Where am I? I’m lost.

когда меня собьёт машина под мою песню

To laugh at life, and learn to sing a love song. A melody that's soon to be forgotten.

Life. They say is a stage of shadows. A play written by unseen hands. We walk between trembling lights illusion cast on walls of mist Who holds the string, if anyone does? Are we the masters? Or mere puppets caught in the twisted branches of chance, dancing to a tune we cannot hear? We lose the whys in the echo of questions The rules are clear, they say But who writes them? A god laughing in the dark. Or we ourselves, blinded by the fear of being nothing Each mistake is a knot we weave Each triumph, is a mask we wear And deep down, we laugh because we know we’ll never escape this maze After all, what is life but a test of courage where the prize is realizing the meaning was always in the silence? So we march on, rats or gods Pretending to forgot what we once knew And at the final bend, when the curtains falls. Perhaps we’ll discover There was no audience. Only us

The Caretaker

Stranger - Jhene Aiko (Slowcore Remix)

Everywhere at the end of time

A3 - Late afternoon drifting

A2 - We don't have many days

A1 - It's just a burning memory

D2 - Quiet dusk coming early

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