Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The song of death birds
Trills through the air,
The gray morning dense
With infernal moisture.
Everything sticks
To the putrid flytrap
Of my suffocating soul.
Another death.
Black light magnificent
Glows neon violet
Shade upon my mind
Locked in a music box.
The tune haunts me
As it clicks through
With mechanical precision.
The song has found me—
Again.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Comments2
What I felt when I heard Mozart's Lacrimosa the first time. A dark and wonderful write
Ooh, Lacrimosa! Great reference! Thank you for reading and commenting!
Great write
Thank you!
You're welcome
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