playin around on a transoceanic video call with the dear one.

his guitar, my guitar.

our own tunes

and some lyrics

if you asked, we'll never tell you what it's about. so have fun guessing.

it's not that straightforward

what you glean from it, is only your projection
in your case, I’d call it mass projection
what you gleaned from the superficial, is nothing but superficial.
and if it's worth your while, you really should look beneath
just too bad it wasn't enough
and all we're left with is a deep paper cut
so we'll never know, now would we

and i'll still remain, perfectly incomplete

maligned?

whatever

Sorry my first reaction placates
Sorry my first feeling was absent
i'm sorry i couldn't react fast enough
and i'm sorry that now that i'm unnumbed


i can't call you
won't
tell you how i feel now.
give you my missing chance
I’d like to promise that we’ll talk
Eventually
just not right now
But why bother?

I’ll always be
Perfectly incomplete
Perfectly, complete.