Radiarc | Radiarc - Button Forest @Radiarc_ | Uploaded February 2020 | Updated October 2024, 30 minutes ago.
Artwork: deviantart.com/foxinshadow/art/The-Marshlands-443113037
Donate if you want, but the song is completely free.
radiarc.bandcamp.com/track/button-forest
The past is as much a mystery as the present; souls of stitching and fabric guide me through and away, yet upon every gaze I wonder in a dreadful silence if, perhaps, these are beings such as I, empty of all save that which animates them. Eyes akin to my own, I can't perceive what lies within, and questions yield nothing but the grim reminder that I am alone. Maybe someday, I, too, will join them. No voice to cry out, no face to reveal pain and sadness...maybe, it is so that I've already become. May I be as a guide for you as well.
I've had this idea since 2014, but something about this weekend made me want to finally restart and finish this. I just...felt this, I guess.
Not sure why I've been in the mood for this style as of late, but I hope it's enjoyable. It's possible I'm wringing myself out, and everything I don't tell others is said through music. I don't know.
Not sure I have much to say this time. I've got a lot going on, but it seems I've had an awakening of sorts, in that I understand that I matter. Despite constantly feeling as though I don't, I do, and I can't let myself worry so much about others without taking time for myself. It's honestly quite exhausting, and I wish so strongly I'd realized this earlier.
I hope you all understand and take comfort in the fact that you matter as well. Thank you.
Artwork: deviantart.com/foxinshadow/art/The-Marshlands-443113037
Donate if you want, but the song is completely free.
radiarc.bandcamp.com/track/button-forest
The past is as much a mystery as the present; souls of stitching and fabric guide me through and away, yet upon every gaze I wonder in a dreadful silence if, perhaps, these are beings such as I, empty of all save that which animates them. Eyes akin to my own, I can't perceive what lies within, and questions yield nothing but the grim reminder that I am alone. Maybe someday, I, too, will join them. No voice to cry out, no face to reveal pain and sadness...maybe, it is so that I've already become. May I be as a guide for you as well.
I've had this idea since 2014, but something about this weekend made me want to finally restart and finish this. I just...felt this, I guess.
Not sure why I've been in the mood for this style as of late, but I hope it's enjoyable. It's possible I'm wringing myself out, and everything I don't tell others is said through music. I don't know.
Not sure I have much to say this time. I've got a lot going on, but it seems I've had an awakening of sorts, in that I understand that I matter. Despite constantly feeling as though I don't, I do, and I can't let myself worry so much about others without taking time for myself. It's honestly quite exhausting, and I wish so strongly I'd realized this earlier.
I hope you all understand and take comfort in the fact that you matter as well. Thank you.
