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We've been swarmed by too many people. We were thinking in good faith that it was fun, why shouldn't it? They were jumping out of nothing all around, here and there... But they were envious. Envious of the love that you often recounted, smiling with light in your eyes.
They took advantage of our distance, which I knew would have hurt us. Even when we were together, we let them get too close. And most of all, when we were far apart. Prematurely, when things were not safe still (are they ever?), we felt like sharing our happiness with the rest of the world; but, exposed, it fell prey to some demons. We had to be jealous of our thing, unrepeatable.
It was my fault, because I were to be the expert one. Your tenderness, your baby voices, your jokes, made me feel completely safe before time. For the love I found in you has always been the most precious thing of all. And, almost instantly, I found myself in a brittle grip on reality. I didn't realise... delusional idiot. And now there's no reality at all, anymore.

Music
gloomy
strings
soaring
analog
classical
electronic
alternativemusic
vocal
newmusic
soundscape
athmosphere
romantic
passionated
piano

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Title Swarmed
We've been swarmed by too many people. We were thinking in good faith that it was fun, why shouldn't it? They were jumping out of nothing all around, here and there... But they were envious. Envious of the love that you often recounted, smiling with light in your eyes.
They took advantage of our distance, which I knew would have hurt us. Even when we were together, we let them get too close. And most of all, when we were far apart. Prematurely, when things were not safe still (are they ever?), we felt like sharing our happiness with the rest of the world; but, exposed, it fell prey to some demons. We had to be jealous of our thing, unrepeatable.
It was my fault, because I were to be the expert one. Your tenderness, your baby voices, your jokes, made me feel completely safe before time. For the love I found in you has always been the most precious thing of all. And, almost instantly, I found myself in a brittle grip on reality. I didn't realise... delusional idiot. And now there's no reality at all, anymore.
Work type Music
Tags gloomy, strings, soaring, analog, classical, electronic, alternativemusic, vocal, newmusic, soundscape, athmosphere, romantic, passionated, piano

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Identifier 1903260414725
Entry date Mar 26, 2019, 10:02 AM UTC
License Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0

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Author. Holder Fabrizio Filabbi. Date Mar 26, 2019.


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