Scenic World - Version
by Beirut
his fingers trace a melody foreign to my feet, striking a chord in my heart. i used to think that my childish mind just simply could not comprehend poetry but really it was a tiny corner of my heart that refused to give it into its succinct beauty. music, like poetry, pulls all my senses together and reveals my soul’s honesty with herself.
it’s funny, that the people who have impacted my life most, do it so deftly in spliced moments. i have so many things i want to tell them but you only realize their true significant role in your sanity after they’ve left.