De nada, de novo.
3.15.18 – Closely
The pauses were too long which always made it hard to keep going. I remember leaving a little breath left in that moment so that there could be a connection where words worked their way into an inception. That span had a bridge across its breadth so we knew the edges weren’t all that was left between this thought and that lot. It made movement more desired so flow was a function of the adjoining parts, not a slice of the pie but one we devoured whole and left no foul intents with the contents, crumbs and quotes, that couldn’t quite fit in our throats.
This was another link, an attempt to think about more than the metered stops but also the small hops of logic and lyrics that kept that theme nearest to our objective. It was a collective effort made worthless unless it came with less stress than contrived couplets slammed together to make sounds the champion of a lacking, run-on sequence. We put that hyphen in to pin down the roundabout method of forcing arrested development for the sake of rhythmic embellishment. We asked you to take a breath and let the last bounce be paid in due interest.
The meta made mashing harder, it lacked a primer to keep us from false starting on the trickling slants. But we can’t be asked to make better rants than those we’ve already chased down. The message wasn’t messy, wouldn’t drown beneath a mumbled sound of so many missed rests; this was for the best. Retread, repeat, rewrite replete with the same sugared symptoms of a victim seeking to stop gasping. We weren’t keeping them from air, but we weren’t grasping them either, to haul ashore and offer anything more than the same old asphyxiation. Even with a dash, it still hashed as miscommunication.