Breach
It's Me God

I got lost. 

Sometimes, for 5 minutes, I find the truth in meaningless smoke signals, in what can be a mute heart-wrenching scream, beneath oceans of cold any water.

I don't write. 

It could be the beginning perhaps. 

I could talk to you about the album, but I might do it worse or maybe better than someone else, what I will try to do reluctantly is to logically connect words suitable to describe my experience with this record.

Breach, just stop for a moment to think, beauty can be a feeling, an emotion, a piercing pain that makes you close your eyes and stagger every day periodically for a short enough time to make you think that it will pass, this too shall pass like many things pass in our lives.

Confusion, blessed sister confusion. I love you, I hate you, the passion that exudes, drips, flows, from post-hardcore expressionism, which almost by chance saves you, like a forgetfulness on an important day, hidden but not too much, tense like a trap but not too much.

Jarring, dirty, at times desperate, yes maybe they aren't the most correct, but the first ones that come to mind when listening to it, because God is Me, yes, Me and only Me, if someone else was God, I wouldn't be here, and probably I wouldn't be.

Open your eyes, open them, and don't close them, the light is too strong, but something remains, confused memories, fragments of drunken photos, faded images of everything that has gone, maybe I am God, maybe, or I am particularly close to Him, now that I don't know what I am, where I am, why I am.

The album I would have wanted to play on, yes play, like when listening to it in my room I closed my eyes and dreamed of being there, scraping away notes from sizzling keys, vomiting poetry into a stinking microphone, getting lost among complicit glances and shameful half-hidden smiles.

To Be.

Always.

Thank you Breach.