On the brink of indecision, the indefinite has obscured the clarity we never attained. I search through our anthology of memories that lay beneath my bed as if it is a portfolio carrying my choice. In the search I stomp across nostalgia. As my step stampedes across the coveted I am destined to see that what I sought is not there, for if we were what we mislead to be, the beauty would never need to be beguiled. Relinquish the regret I repeatedly remind myself, repudiate the remorse I say, and run. So I ran. The impeding indecision, now merely a memory, as all that I paraded my pride upon ever was. Harmonious is the heartbreak, assumed misery is melodic, my running rapture is rhythmic.
Steph Thompson sings what we all wish we had the words to even whimper. She communicates the uninhabited with an immaculacy that I have always longed for in an artist. So let your mind run as it has always yearned to, let it trace the imagery of the track without cluttering it with cacophony like it so often may. And do check out more from Steffaloo at her bandcamp and tumblr.