My bed at night is the worst place to be. Especially alone. I can’t even remember when that became my reality, but it’s how a lot of problems have been started, and thus left unfinished. But being vague isn’t my intent.
A routine, every night, the best and worst conversations were carried through telephone wires, with me still alone in my bed, and you in yours. Technology is a strange thing, but then again so is love. And the things one misses when it’s gone. Lying in my bed alone after the second break, but still before the end, I missed your presence. Even the tense silence on the other line of your trying not to say the wrong thing could have comforted me, but then there Nathan was. His voice was never even an echo of yours, and his embrace never touched yours, but it was almost enough. And then there I was, alone in my bed, with his words carried through telephone wires. His serenade, singing “Your Song” through shit reception, was still more of an effort than you ever made. But I still would have rather listened to you breathe.
yes this started as the soundtrack essay. didn't feel like working with it like that.
also this is just me reflecting. not really current.
I truly enjoyed reading this post and that it was part of the soundtrack. Relationships definitely are like technology, they can aid you and can give you comfort or be choppy and just down right frustrating. With every new journey, there’s always that one person we never forget.
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