(note whisp)

My brain falls silent in the throes of unkept beauty. the sound of a sunrise. the hope of beginning fresh and new under the waves of feedback coming into view this evening across town. across the river. across all things sensible and true to these ears who've known enough in their short (half-broken) life to understand when they've met a match in something perfect. strange. and well worth its due.

This night was a treasure i won't be sleeping off anytime soon.