Annabelle Dinda, when I catch you for writing Logging Field... I'm gonna sob on my knees in front of you girl wtf
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Annabelle Dinda, when I catch you for writing Logging Field... I'm gonna sob on my knees in front of you girl wtf

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headphones are insane because i could be listening to annabelle dinda give the most heart-wrenching description of grief for the natural world that i identify with in my bones, and it’s like 4:00 on a wednesday

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And it's a skill I've come to question
It is a skill I don't wanna learn
Building a future off a suggestion
Basing a life off of a word
Living a life off of a word
And it's a fear I end up living
It is a fear I don't want to earn
You had to go, but I'm the one missing
You had to go, but I'm the one burned
I let you go and I'm the one burned
And there's a field somewhere within me
An open field where things used to grow
Pain I can't take never quite kills me
It leaves the space for what I don't know
It leaves the space for what I don't know
Is someone real if they're unclear
Can you be gone, you weren’t here
Am I allowed to grieve the empty air
And missing is a boundless trap
You learn to love around the gap
Still, pieces of you live there in the vault
I′d say I felt it coming fast
But pains of now are always past
And no one can predict the way things fall
And missing is a boundless trap
You learn to love around a gap
Still, pieces of you live there in the vault
But our bodies weren't built for grief
All primal screams, then quick relief
We′re built to chop the wood
And start a fire
And as I watch the branches catch
What once was shade becoming ash
I wonder, am I also on the pyre?