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Creo que está hecha para incomodar, no busca llenar silencios, solo mostrar la expresión de la humanidad crudamente y como realmente lo es: egoísta. Nos deja entender que somos seres insignificantes en la vida de muchas personas, que inherentemente vamos a buscar nuestra propia comodidad, que nos vamos a paralizar una y otra vez con el dolor de la existencia.

A veces para existir hay que hacerse y deshacerse, pero por favor, no vuelen por el cielo.

This album, a side project of Mitch Welling (Flatsound/Wishing) and Christian Novelli (Fox Academy), will always hold a special place in my heart. With a mix of dream

-pop sounds and heavily reverbed vocals can create a deep conection to all the textures and lyricism in each track.

I would never stop recommending this to anyone who is into more experimental music. It can melt into your core, leaving a warm (yet heavy) sense of introspection and sorrow.

My personal favorites would be Eight Months, Shimmer, The World's Most Broken Person, Painkillers, and Where'd You Go.

Hope you guys can give it a go! Thanks for reading.

I hum some song that says "not a lot, just forever" in the backyard and remember the sight of you sleeping. You were never here, were you? Loneliness creeps into my chest again like a centipede, and it twirls and twirls, carving spirals where once was all the love I felt.

Was dimming my light not good enough for you? Why did you have to come back in such cruel manners to rip apart what was left of me and take it with you to share with other people. "It was never yours to take", I yell endlessly in my dreams, but no one seems to listen to my tired voice. My throat is sore, yet I still hold on to the memory of the us that is not here anymore.

I see your face sometimes when I pass by all the places I once shared with you. Have you ever thought of me the same? I guess not, I know you don't. It hurts my chest in ways I could never put into words and yet here am I trying to make sense of all the pain you put me through.

Maybe I deserved it all. Maybe I was a bad lover. Maybe she can give you now all that I was not. What was it? Did you hate the way I was standing in front of you the last time you had a glimpse of me? I have started to hate myself more since the day you called, I know thats not fair, I do not deserve to ache for someone that would never care for me in, even so, a humanly manner.

I see your eyes in mine, and the reflection is blurry. "Maybe in another life", they whisper — but I don't believe them. I would never want you to put me through all that crackling noise that my heart makes when it feels your presence. That's not love, it never was and it never will be much more than a fire burning my insides and making me smaller and smaller.

But if you ever ache for my touch, know that I will be here to catch you — to make you feel like the home we once talked about. A home of our own where no one can hurt us again.

Not one single night have I spent without mourning the touch of her sweet hands, the soft embrace that no one else could come nearly as close to. In ways, I saw her through reflections of the sea. I stood still, and I cried. Oh, good Lord, how much I have cried.

My memory echoes, and my chest is filled with your unrequited sorrows. How long shall I remain in this frightening nightmare, waiting for a crumb of your shine? Tear me apart, my love. Leave me to rot, so I may return to the earth that once gave birth to me.

Who am I? Like, really, who am I? I don't want to keep feeling isolated even though I'm surrounded by people sometimes. I wanna leave this city but I know my mental burdens will follow me everywhere I go. I'm scared. I'm tired.

Anyway, here's a song I really like and I've been listening nonstop :3

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