A second falling-out,
I can’t hide these thoughts.
It’s who I’ve been; it’s who I’ve become.
and I’ve grown callous.
A fallow divinity,
a stained-glass messiah.
Waiting for time to pass.
Waiting for this to end.
(like a fever dream or an empty bliss)
If a painting of someone crying in the snow, holding their broken life in a warm embrace sounded like something it would sound like this album Christian
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016