Cloudsong:
Pacing down the hall. Waiting upon a command. Crying out the wordless hymn. Years of no response. He claims to know him well. His people claim this too. But deep down he knows. He only sings for the clouds. False hope might help. But, it took him a lifetime. To realize that it is what it is. An ambiguous number. He threatened to share. If only by fate. Threats, not cures.

He spoke of love and forgiveness. But also fire and brimstone. Until he couldn't take the denial. He didn't know his idol. Now he can't live in peace. Nothing else mattered. Now nothing takes its place, must have always been this way.

Cognitive Consonance:
Face aimed downwards. Been this way for too long. Head held low. Confrontation still is the worst outcome. Fear still runs your life. But, even the lowest soul has some love to feed the birds. Even myself could someday love. But, not for now. I refuse to see it. It doesn't exist. Dissonance created. I don't feel anything, where it should be. And I didn't want to either.

She can't intrude me. All one needs is the self. Dissonance is ringing loud. Confrontation is the worst outcome. I say I'm indifferent. You said I'm afraid. I willfully abstain. Unwillingly embrace. I willfully neglect. Unwillingly remember. I willfully hide. Unwillingly display.

Willing to Die:
To this I said Godspeed. A "Godspeed to you". Wandering away. Thanks for the ending. Even though it's all a haze, I'm glad it was documented. Sure, it could all go missing. But, enough of us saw it. Should I have kept going? Will you love me more? Will you lie out loud? Tell of the supposed better days. We relish the distant past. No matter how far away. Nothing is specific. What part really changed? Said the future held nothing, but really it might. Don't live in the past. Don't miss the future.

The songs were never happy. But they might've been honest. I was me. You were you. Now life feels worthless. And to this I say Godspeed. Godspeed to you.

Sensory Deprivation:
Godspeed to you.