The radio is playing memories, not music. But in the end, I suppose they’re the same thing.
Sarah’s fragile, melodic voice settled low into the valley of the natural amphitheatre like the evening fog that was rolling in with the crowd. Continue reading
What breaks at daybreak?
Is it the darkness?
Is it the light?
Is it your heart?
Is it your fight?
No night, no matter how dark
can withstand sunrise
just as no doubt, however deep
can withstand hope.
Although I never quite achieved chainsmoker status, a few years ago, I did inhale considerable amounts of nicotine-laced smog in an effort to calm the thoughts in my head and numb them into a fog. I’ve long since quit but I’ve quit a lot of things since then. This song doesn’t have any hidden meaning or message, I just love the arrangement and the voices in this cover.
Hey, look you guys! I wrote a thing and someone published it!
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