sing us a song

So here's this new song. Melancholy and longing. Self Pity directing. Cold Island music. Beautiful. Droney. Dreamy. I hear it in the background of my mind when I wake up and when the world quiets for a moment. The melody came from a song I wrote almost eight years ago. When I was not yet I and that other I was young in a way that I will tearfully recall I am now when I look back on this present I from a yet older I. These things just keep recycling and circling. Like vultures. Come to attend our death and usher us into the next.