So this is the end.... apparently.
I guess we weren't even friends...
well apparently not, since silence is
the last thing I got
after telling you that me and you
were the only thing that meant a lot
and I sought and I fought
just like the way I was taught
and pain and misery is all that it brought
cuz you're not...and I guess I meant less than I thought... apparently you don't miss the way we used to touch,
apparently, you're not concerned with my feelings and such
apparently, you didn't feel the bliss and the kiss of promise
and as always, I felt them too much... apparently so apparently you've moved onto something new
and apparently, I'm pissed off its so easy for you
but do what you do, I hope I find my way too
although it sucks to be through, I can't avoid bein true
cuz apparently, you did something to me,
that I couldn't do to you
cuz under all of the anger and pain
I know I'm still in love with you...
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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