SomaX

I have always been a listener. It is necessary in order to transcribe the beauty of nature and the wonders of life into poetry and song. It's a skill that has always come easily to me, but it has become so much more difficult since his death. I've yet to decide upon the cause, whether I've lost the will to listen, or that all I can hear is those last whispered words. "You won't miss me. A few days and you'll find something new to occupy your attention." Not a day goes by that I don't regret leaving. The sounds of the city streets echo through my heart like the clang of funeral bells. And I can't help but wonder where I was while he was dy