You trudge through snow quicker than you answer their questions. It’s commendable, not an insult; everyone’s usually in such a rush to explain themselves. You’re a one off. The rest of us; we never consider, of the people we encounter throughout our day, that maybe we misunderstood them. And yet, we consistently believe, that people are misunderstanding us. In reality, they’re not considering much more than the here and now. Out of sight, out of mind. You are what you were that moment. And next time you’re probably something else.
It’s not so much a song you’re playing, more of a melodic story; one that doesn’t need to peak with a chorus, and doesn’t need to re-reach for attention with a middle-8. It just goes around and around, and I never get bored, and I’m fully with you, yet completely detached; floating away, off inside my own mind of creation. Hallucinating, vividly, for the entire time that your expressing yourself. And we are perhaps completely misunderstanding each other, but it doesn’t matter in the slightest, as everyone is feeling something. And that was the point of art.
Whatever happened to art? We’re nice, but blunt. Mystery isn’t a thing anymore. Your DM was far too cocky, far too demanding, far too assuming, and far too similar to the last ten I received. Your words are far too literal. Mess with us a little bit. Mix it up. Say something, but not how we’d expect you to. Make us work for it. Maybe then the song will look different to everyone who hears it.
But I am one of you as well. I send the DM. I say hello. I direct you to my work. We follow each other’s directions like we’re trudging through snow. Hoping, praying, that sometime soon; we’ll find our way back.
May the road be long and winding..
