Feeling (Slowed + Reverb) [Acoustic]

The strangeness of feeling

Or rather, of not feeling

You are left behind

No longer part of the present, just the past

A past I make a point to unearth and let go

I dedicate my final verses

As if dispersing myself

From you, oh winter

The seasons have passed, bringing flowers, aromas, colors

No more pain, just whispers that the girl has emptied the drawers and let herself be carried away by life's subtle kindnesses

Clean drawers ready for new memories, new journeys

New smiles, connections, and loves

As if there is no pain

She insists on thinking everything is roses