DeadStrings:And you don’t want to be saved?
StringTheory27:I don’t know if I have to be saved, but if I do, I want to do it myself.Does that make sense?
DeadStrings:Somehow it does.
StringTheory27:And you’re trying to save yourself too?
DeadStrings:That’s the idea.I fucked up—a lot.Now it’s time for new beginnings.
StringTheory27:How about new music?
DeadStrings:Do I have to change my tunes?
StringTheory27:No, but you can add to them.
DeadStrings:Maybe I will.New beginnings deserve new soundtracks.
StringTheory27:You ever do that?Make playlists for eras of your life?
DeadStrings:Yeah.I think I’ve been doing it without realizing I was.
StringTheory27:Like your heart knew a chapter was ending before your head caught up.
DeadStrings:Exactly.I’d find myself listening to the same song or songs on repeat.
StringTheory27:And you don’t even know why they fit, they just do.
DeadStrings:They say what you’re not ready to say.Or maybe what you’ve been screaming inside without making a sound.
StringTheory27:You ever make one for someone else?
DeadStrings:I’ve made a few tapes for her, does that count?
StringTheory27:Tapes always count.Did she know?
DeadStrings:No, I never sent any of them.
StringTheory27:What would you call it?
DeadStrings:Something stupid like “Songs I Couldn’t Say Out Loud, Volume: (whatever number of tape it was).”
StringTheory27:That’s not stupid.That’s simple.
DeadStrings:You ever get tempted to send yours?
StringTheory27:I almost did.Once.
DeadStrings:And what stopped you?
StringTheory27:I couldn’t figure out if I wanted him to hear the songs or feel him.Plus, I didn’t want to give him one more thing to ignore.
DeadStrings:Shit.Yeah.
StringTheory27:Sorry, that came out harsher than I meant it to.
DeadStrings:No, it’s fair.I’ve ignored songs.Words.People.
StringTheory27:That’s the thing.Music remembers what we try to forget.
