I received your message 8 years ago, I remember it as if it was yesterday. On that day when time had felt as if had stopped, but those moments still ticked away never waiting for anybody. I had let those moments slip and now I’m running to catch up. So now as I hear the machine preparing to consume me, and the gears humming their songs of suffering my mind can only wonder to that fist moment when I heard the synthesizer’s and wine glasses hum. I had no moment to acknowledge my suffering I was somehow lifted from it, then I heard the timpani’s rumbling sending me into an indescribable soundscape that was capable of calming even the most lonesome man’s mind. So I must thank you, had your message never been received I’d be as good as dead.
thank you,
