Glimsy - Glimsy EP (2014)

Your words are an extension of the sky, adhesive for fading stars, sharp needles capable of pinning light to the resilient surface of space. The motion of a hand, the strike of a whip, a precise gaze... and how beautifully, how smoothly and perfectly the figures fall into place. The sun shines. It doesn't breathe, scorch, or laugh in a fit of madness; it doesn't fade, tormentingly splashing fire, no... It shines. That's its purpose. Everything else is superfluous. All is as it should be. But for some reason, on those nights when above my head, with echoes of something distant, long-forgotten, yet very important, the stars stop falling, I find it painful to breathe...