the clouds are so pretty, don't you think?
indeed they are.
indeed they are...
and it is this shared affinity that brings us together.
indeed it is.
indeed it is...
but these clouds, they serve a greater purpose;
do these crashing waters not sooth your soul?
do they not put pain to rest, and
make this eternal suffering worthwhile?
the dreams of this moon,
that which lay beyond the grave image...
they send me to this place.
once before, now, and forever more.
indeed they do.
indeed they do...
do you remember that midnight stroll?
ah, "you," but as in it.
it, which we've been made to know quite well.
along shoreline rock. along dark yet gleaming sea.
you thought of happiness, your passions,
and of what you would make of your future.
indeed you did.
indeed you did...
but so too,
as your state of mind came to match the sky,
did you think of pain.
pain long accumulated.
dangling threads never truly resolved.
invading your thoughts
like shadowed hands gripping your ankles.
mistakes, regret,
a seeping discomfort which called that future into question.
it was so fast, so sudden,
and for seemingly no reason at all.
indeed it was.
indeed it was...
from that, the sea called out for you;
"i will bring you freedom, for that is what i embody.
i will hold you closely when the cutting wind would not.
i will do this because i love you.
because i love you, i will kill you.
indeed i shall.
indeed i shall..."
ah, and it was enticing. so enticing.
made morseso by the belief - nay, the knowledge -
that it was fully sincere in its offering.
it loved you, truly. and it wanted to kill you.
it held its arms out wide, and sang through silence.
you loved it too, and so it hurt to say,
but you had to tell it no.
indeed you had.
indeed you had...
for despite everything, the past was only the past.
waters long dried up, washed away.
and past those waters, work remained to be done.
to break free. to tell this story through life,
and through flesh alone.
there is always a better way.
indeed there is.
indeed there is...