Matt Nathanson
Its difficult when I can no longer say what I really mean because the knowing has scarred me. To deal with my thoughts, I suffocate but I try to breathe. Gasping for moments, cautiously and silently listening to my heartbeat.
When spoken words are scarce and silence abound, music hopefully fills in for whatever is lost in translation. Me thinks, when you miss someone, you don't miss them in parts. You miss everything about them.
Strings of thoughts and melodies woven by longing so great that it hurts. When "missing" becomes "longing". And when words become kisses... I ache.
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