Kina Grannis ft. Imaginary Future - I Will Spend My Whole Life Loving You (Cover) скачать в хорошем качестве

Kina Grannis ft. Imaginary Future - I Will Spend My Whole Life Loving You (Cover)

“Isn’t it crazy that we’re born only to die?” That we pour ourselves into meaning, into rituals and belief—only for them to dissolve the moment we loosen our grip. We light candles, utter prayers, and follow the footsteps of those before us, convinced that if we do it “right,” if we keep the rhythm, something eternal will answer back. But in the end, everything fades. The stories unravel. The prayers dissolve into dust. And all that remains is the quiet hum of existence—unmoved by whether we find meaning in it or not. There is no justice. No mercy. The abyss does not care who suffers, who vanishes, or who is left to grieve. And yet—“Oh, but lately, I’ve been counting my stars because I will spend my whole life with you.” Time bends in her presence. The soft warmth of her breath against my skin, the way her lips brush my neck before pressing against me, as if sealing something unspoken between us—it slows everything or erases time altogether. The world recedes when she pulls me closer, her fingers gripping my back, my hands tracing the heat of her skin. The way she looks at me—like she sees me, like I’m the only thing that exists. A tremor escapes her, delicate yet urgent, my name caught between desperate kisses and the quiet grasp of my body against hers. She moves as if she knows she won’t last, branding herself into me before vanishing. And for a moment, she is eternal. Camus says we must imagine Sisyphus happy—that we must face the absurdity without retreating into false comforts, without illusions to dull the terror of it all. But maybe that’s why I run. Maybe that’s why I fall too fast, why I reach for her hands, her body—because it is something. Because it is here. Because when she whispers my name, when she lays her head on my chest, when she holds me and I hold her, it drowns out the silence of a cruel and unfeeling universe. Because in those moments, we revolt—not with gods or prayers, not by surrendering to stories that keep us at a distance from ourselves, but by stepping fully into what it means to be human. By letting ourselves feel—the longing, the terror, the urgency of it all. By rewriting it together, not to escape, but to exist. And then she lets go. And the vortex consumes again. Sometimes, I find solace in art, poetry, and music. A painting that unsettles me. A melody that makes my chest ache. A poem that captures something I thought only I had felt. These things do not save me, but they remind me that others have stood at the edge of the abyss too—that maybe, just maybe, I am not alone. Is she the answer? I don’t know. I have spent too long mistaking love for an anchor, believing that if I held on tightly enough, I could stop the ground from crumbling beneath me. I try to sit with it, to let the nothingness settle—to stop grasping, stop needing, be still. Jeff Warren says to do nothing and let go. Sam Harris says to watch thoughts rise and fall like waves. And sometimes, I do. And sometimes, it helps. And sometimes, I still run. My lips find hers again. I pull her closer, searching her eyes—seeing not just her, but her essence, the unspoken thing that ties her to this world, to me. And in that moment, the universe does not change. The absurdity does not vanish. But we make something of it anyway. When time stops, when it is only us, we rewrite the rules. This is not an escape. This is not salvation. This is a moment. A fleeting, visceral proof that I am here. That I exist. That I am alive. And then, like everything else, she slips away. And the silence takes me with her. #singing #music #absurdity #existentialism #camus #loneliness #acoustic #acousticcover #cover #haunting #love #relationship #hope #sadness #guitar #healing #abyss #absurdism #philosophy #intimacy #impermanence #vulnerability