Claw Marks

The sounds seem to come from the next room - slightly muffled, as if the heart is embarrassed to beat at full strength. There is something about them that speaks of the stubbornness of love: when everything is already broken, but your hand reaches for the door handle. A little drama, a little resentment, and just enough pain to keep you from crying, but to make you sigh heavily. This melody evokes that strange feeling when you argue not because you want to be right, but because you are afraid to let go. And while the words melt away to the beat, all that remains is to sway to the rhythm of that very ‘just a little more’ - between pride and longing.