The Smell of a Flower

Not like the sad empty self
but a weird longing and lonely

Bringing with it a sense of guilt
of some sort
And a wish that hasn't been used yet
And a vision that can't be perceived

We can't really move, but if I wanted to
I probably could
Had I not said anything, it would be worse
but better

Maybe with some anticipation something is happening
Something more is being made
Or just stored away for a future with more
More things
and more attainables

Anyever the case may end up being
I'm laying on a smooth, jagged rock,
with curves and turns,
bumps and jumps,
all about it.

Something may be happening, but I'm stuck still in a place,
in a spot,
with irons and maidens with the pricks dulled down,
and iron turned rubber

And the cold is relaxing, embracing with a touch on my fingers and face
The pain could be left without, but the memory leaves me touched and struck

m b v

My Bloody Valentine just released their first new album in 21 and a half years, and it is (thankfully) safe to say that it is good. Really good. Similar to the relationship between Isn't Anything (their first studio album) and Loveless (their second) is, m b v is different from the last album, but it is still great in such an awesome way. I'll try to come back to this topic again at some point, but this was just too great to keep to myself.