Idk if I can send links here but I'll try.. fornaxvoid.tumblr.com/post/128406041647/where-did-the-skeleton-image-with-text-originate tl;dr: it's not from anywhere, some guy on tumblr made it.
'I just want our hands to touch' When i heard that i thought about everyone i once was in love with. I never holded their hands. But i'm still dreaming about. And damn, this gave me goosebumps. I love it.
I wish I could talk to you, and make sure that you know how you are able to understand everything and put it into words, i really admire that. I hope you are doing well.
I always liked how your hands looked And not just in comparison to mine They were an artists hands Calloused from building walls and Skin covered in clay that cracked as it dried You see, I have two thoughts Before touching someones hands Are they soft? I hope not Not too soft Because four years ago I fell into a hole So as soon as they touch I wonder if they're strong enough To help pull me to the top And are they cold? God I hope so Because mine are so cold That anytime someone touches them They ask me if something's wrong I know that most people have walls but I just don't think mine are the same You are hiding away I am trying to escape I am inside of a cave Trying to retain the memory Of the last time that I saw the light of the day And I told you that where I am felt permanent And you told me to give it time because nothing is But the minute our hands touched I felt something click Because they were strong With the force to dig your nails into the earth And make the world suddenly stop And they were cold Like the metal gears and glass casing Constructing a clock And I know that I'm not moving fast enough I know that so much time has already passed us up And I know that it must be frustrating to stand in front Of someone who keeps promising you that they'll get better Without the evidence to back it up But you have to trust me The past is ugly But I'll make it to the other side as long as I know That when I get there I'll have somebody Please, I know that I can do this I just need another half a month I can pull through this I just need our hands to touch You said that you would always look for me in the crowd With the same eagerness that a child sifts through the lost and found Searching for anything that felt missing Never considering what would happen the moment you stopped As if the moment you're not looking for an object Is the moment it stops being lost I get it, you were cold But I wanted to be more than just a coat Clinging onto a body that I was never constructed to hold Or a mirror to look into when your reflection Stopped looking like a person that you know I know that you know the feeling of new clothes But do you know what it's like To sit at the bottom of a box every night Replaying the fantasy of cold hands reaching inside To take you home You said you felt lost when you were found out The death of our hands on your couch Was the birth of discovery That someone elses hands Could feel cold And in that sudden rush I thought of all the hands That could help me build a home And none of them looked like yours
this is absolutely magical. you know, it reminds me of every single damned time i was there for that (not so) "special someone", waiting until they could eventually feed my inner chaos with three single words that could give me peace, but instead of "i love you" he gave me poison. but i couldn't understand. i wanted more, it felt nice, or didn't it? i couldn't tell, they gave it to me after all, they wanted me to be okay, right? not really, i was blind, i was their coat and i was their mirror, they were my strong, cold hands but not because they were the one who would save me, but because they were a walking corpse looking for people to love and then destroy, like it was nothing, they sucked souls and filled them with grey. they were simply destructive, trying to find love while they were losing their own self. and damn, they had me, took all the love i had to give and then destroyed me, i thought i had everything under control in my life but that tall building built peacefully with hope turned out to be an illusion. i'm free now, trying to build it all over again. thank you for this masterpiece, it's gonna keep me company at sleepless nights and rainy days, and in relaxing car trips, even. that's when i think, and write. thank you, truly. from the bottom of my heart.
This, this single comment I relate to way too much, I’ve dealt with a person like that myself, we were friends or so I thought. He seemed to be nice at first and then continued to make me go further into madness to the point where I was just there, but trapped in my head. He’s gone now, I knew I had to leave at some point. I applaud you for getting over this person, you deserve better.
Maybe the reason I couldn't find hands that looked like yours was because I didn't want to be reminded of the pain you left in my chest, you said youd stay but you ended up like the rest, leaving me cold and battered and nothing to do with. Making me seem like some sort of myth in your mind, trying ever so hard to forget the part where it all had started. Your hand grabbed mine and that was the day you told me you loved me and wanted me to get better but look where that got us, you gave me a letter before you left forever.
God. This makes me think of sitting awake at 3am at my old apartment. Before I was homeless, before my mom stopped talking to me, before I graduated high school, before I started working, before my little sisters were taken from me. Truly another masterpiece dude
I dont know why but instead of that everlasting sadness in me when i listen to songs like yours that wake up my sadness and makes me realize how horrible everything is, this calms the sadness and makes me warm inside like everything might be a mess and i cant change anything but this makes me feel like i have a grip on my life and feelings that one day everything will be ok even if this world is mad doesnt mean we have to be a mess. This prolly dont make sense but nothing ever does anyways lmao (^:
I think I'd like to mention that this was my best friend's favourite song, not because she related to it or anything but because she just loved the raw emotion in it. One of our last text conversations was her sending me this song, probably five years ago this month. Unfortunately there was an accident and she didn't make it. I think of it as one of the last 'things' she left to me. Araeylah, I hope you know I still come back to this song from time to time. It used to make me cry, but now I listen to it and smile thinking of all the fun times we had together. I'm so happy I managed to overcome the sadness your passing brought me and that I can think of this as a happy tune, in a really bittersweet way. You were loved so dearly, and never forgotten!
The first time I heard this song, I listened clearly and I just couldn't say anything after that, I was just sadly amazed by everything this music gives. The text, the voice, the emotions, the instrumental. I still don't have the words. This music makes me incredibly desperate, and everytime I hear it, I just stop what I was doing and focus on the music, because I considere it as a true piece of art. This song makes me feel things that I have never experienced before with music, even if I listen to a lot of music.
i just wanted to say that four songs for losing you(all of your music really but that album most of all) got me through my first serious breakup out of an abusive relationship and when i see him now, i really do feel nothing. thank you, mitch. really, truly, deeply, from the bottom of my heart thank you.
Mitch, please dont ever stop putting stuff like this together for us to listen, contemplate and appreciate forever and ever. This was something of remarkable beauty. I'm so glad youre making more music that has the "you said okay" feel to it
I'm crying, god... lyrics are like mine own feelings andd thanks for this... it helps me a lot to wash my mind from that painful emotions which I m hiding even from myself because they are to powerful...
"And I know that it must be frustrating to stand in front of someone who keeps promising you that they'll get better without the evidence to back it up" ..That part hit me so hard. Flatsound can always put things into words so perfectly. I loved this one.
i love the rawness of your art, it's something i can't find in other channels. it's extremely beautiful. i'm truly happy to have found your channel a year ago. you inspire me. thank you, thank you, thank you for existing and not giving up.
god this song just makes me sob. it’s not just a song, it’s a cry. a cry for someone who has been through something similar to ones self because you don’t want to seem like the one that’s in need 24/7. you don’t want to look like a weak person, you want to be able to stand alone, be independent. but you want someone to hold you, tell you everything’s alright when in reality it isn’t. we all know it isn’t, but just having someone to bear your pain along side you lifts that weight off of your lungs that lets you finally have a breath of the air you thought you’d never be able to experience ever again. you’ve been through so much, and you think no one is able to understand you, when in reality, you’re just not searching hard enough in the right places. and the feeling you get to indulge in when you find that one person you can rely on is something you crave for, something you never want to lose, but you know that forever isn’t permanent, nor is it capable. but you still try to be there for that one person as much as you can because they’re the only one you see, the only one who sees you on your own level. you want go home, and home doesn’t have to be a building, but it can be a place. and your place is with that person. you knew from the moment you saw that one person, that they were in need of someone too. and there you were, realizing all the times you could’ve gone and asked for help but couldn’t due to the fact you were scared, scared of being rejected or looked down on. but when you saw that one person, you knew you were home. because home doesn’t have to be a place, or a state of mind. it can be someone, someone that you feel comfortable with, someone that can listen to you and be there for you
a little less than 2 years ago, i sent this song to my ex about a month before we broke up because it is exactly what our relationship wound up becoming. we were both so dependent on one another because neither of us were okay. neither of us knew how to be happy without someone else telling us to be. his hands held me for 4 years but "i thought of all the hands that could help me build a home, and none of them looked like yours".
this song breaks my heart. he always said he liked the way my hands felt, the way they fit perfectly into his. he always chewed his nails and I always nagged him about it. i miss him today.
i know that most people have walls but i just don’t think mine are the same you are hiding away i am trying to escape that was the line that did it for me. absolutely beautiful.
It’s funny because I’ve always said I would only date people with “working hands” because I’ve always seen some sort of beauty with them. Like, I work so hard on the inside but you don’t see it. This guy works so hard on the outside and you can tell by looking at his hands. It’s something pretty cool to me. And this poem took that idea and made it into something so beautiful.
you always say the right things. i always try to say what i feel but i somehow cant but then i listen to you and then i finally feel like someone else knows how to say it...if that makes sense idk but i love this song, thank you
I just listened to this magnificent creation on Spotify and it just sounds as if Daniel Sharman was talking, it sounds like Troy Otto's voice. How? What a marvellous thing to listen to.
This breaks my heart and heals it in ways I cannot describe this makes looking back at my rough years and think “wow maybe everything didnt go as planned but I’m glad it happened the way it did” I thank you so much for that
Been listening to your music for four years. Your spoken word poetry has inspired me to write my own, I have a composition book I've written in throughout high school & now that I've graduated & looked through it, I want to say thank you. Thank you for helping me find a healthy outlet for my negative emotions, I'm never going to be able to pay you back. I'll continue to wait for your notifications as I enter this new stage of my life. Thank you, Mitch.
Lovely once again Mitch! Thank you for inspiring me as a poet. This reminds me of something I wrote i feel as if it shows the opposite perspective: My cold hands were there years ago grazing the orange tinged glass with my fingertips trying to see if I could feel the sunset through what seemed to be such a small barrier. It seemed to me as if nothing could separate us, as if we were one. But I quickly realized that golden perfection only makes a brief appearance and glass is much thicker than it seems. I tried so desperately to capture back the sun as it fled from the sky, I smashed my fists on the window whilst the darkness overcame what once was light. Enraptured by the shallow cuts on my knuckles, I did not realize that it had overcame me. Yes years ago I was there, I have learned how to open windows since then. Come, let me warm your hands.
every time i have severe writer’s block, you release something like this and it immediately goes away. thank you for writing so beautifully, your work never fails to amaze me.
É tão tristemente incrível a forma como é possível sentir a dor na voz dele... É como se eu mesma estivesse sentindo isso dentro de mim, é uma sensação estranhamente boa. Flatsound sempre incrível.
Goosebumps... none of the artists today could match up to the true art and passion that is bestowed in this man's head to his hands. Keep up the phenomenal work!
Man, Mitch. Recently I've felt a bit like I'm going backwards. Your music got me through some of the hardest, scariest times in my life. So that I could start writing too. I've been listening to my old favorites, stumbled upon this and weeped. I always feel like I'm listening to my own emotions reflected back at me. Being human is weird... Thank you, as always, for your work.
She has an artist's hands, they're not soft and they're not warm... This spoken words reminds me so much of her.. I guess some things will never change.
I used to listen to your songs a lot last year,and even though my taste in music has changed over time I want to say that I still really apreciate your work and am happy to see that it's getting better ^-^ The melodic lines of your songs remember me of a summer in which children play by the side of an old tower block. And this kinda leads my thought to my childhood.
I've never related to anything more in my entire life, I'm crying. I haven't cried like this for so long. Too long. It took too long finding this. Thank you
mitch, i really love your music. every feeling you transpire into song is so authentic and it's something i dont think ill see anywhere, ever. that being sad, i really hope you can find happiness and wellness, even if it means you stop making this songs.
I love your spoken poetry and music so much. You get me through dark moments to take my mind off things. Keep being who you are, cause there's only one you, and we need *you*
it awakens all the sadness that rest inside me. it reminds of my days with him. it also reminds me of the nights i'm alone in a cold room looking for a hand to hold but he's no longer there beside me.
thanks for uploading things still. i'm at rock bottom and everything is just shit right now and i always come back to you just cause you really calm me down n stuff. thank you so fucking much
You're touching my heart with your words, I'm so moved right now. Thank you for sharing this feelings with us. Greetings from Germany, I love your work 🖤
This is exactly what I needed right now. Perfect for my relationship status. Thank you so much. Just for everything your music gave to me over the years. Keep going, I will always support. Lot's of love. xx
Looks like crying's back on the menu, boys!
Flatsound liked my comment. Sad that my life has just peaked this early.
how was your life, old friend
Any idea what it's from? I just liked the image.
Idk if I can send links here but I'll try..
fornaxvoid.tumblr.com/post/128406041647/where-did-the-skeleton-image-with-text-originate
tl;dr: it's not from anywhere, some guy on tumblr made it.
OMGNORWAY Thanks, I've always wondered
Good God the desperation in your voice just stirs something inside me.
The real pain in his voice makes the real pain he feels even more relatable
'as if the moment you’re not looking for an object
is the moment it stops being lost'
holy _shit_
'I just want our hands to touch'
When i heard that i thought about everyone i once was in love with. I never holded their hands. But i'm still dreaming about. And damn, this gave me goosebumps. I love it.
I wish I could talk to you, and make sure that you know how you are able to understand everything and put it into words, i really admire that.
I hope you are doing well.
You can! He has a radio broadcast on his website. There is no set date on when he broadcasts. Just when he wants to.
gamergirl 5522 if you follow him on twitter he always announces them
oli p On his radio Twitter! He no longer announces them on his main.
Thanks!!
I always liked how your hands looked
And not just in comparison to mine
They were an artists hands
Calloused from building walls and
Skin covered in clay that cracked as it dried
You see, I have two thoughts
Before touching someones hands
Are they soft? I hope not
Not too soft
Because four years ago I fell into a hole
So as soon as they touch
I wonder if they're strong enough
To help pull me to the top
And are they cold? God I hope so
Because mine are so cold
That anytime someone touches them
They ask me if something's wrong
I know that most people have walls but
I just don't think mine are the same
You are hiding away
I am trying to escape
I am inside of a cave
Trying to retain the memory
Of the last time that I saw the light of the day
And I told you that where I am felt permanent
And you told me to give it time because nothing is
But the minute our hands touched I felt something click
Because they were strong
With the force to dig your nails into the earth
And make the world suddenly stop
And they were cold
Like the metal gears and glass casing
Constructing a clock
And I know that I'm not moving fast enough
I know that so much time has already passed us up
And I know that it must be frustrating to stand in front
Of someone who keeps promising you that they'll get better
Without the evidence to back it up
But you have to trust me
The past is ugly
But I'll make it to the other side as long as I know
That when I get there I'll have somebody
Please, I know that I can do this
I just need another half a month
I can pull through this
I just need our hands to touch
You said that you would always look for me in the crowd
With the same eagerness that a child sifts through the lost and found
Searching for anything that felt missing
Never considering what would happen the moment you stopped
As if the moment you're not looking for an object
Is the moment it stops being lost
I get it, you were cold
But I wanted to be more than just a coat
Clinging onto a body that I was never constructed to hold
Or a mirror to look into when your reflection
Stopped looking like a person that you know
I know that you know the feeling of new clothes
But do you know what it's like
To sit at the bottom of a box every night
Replaying the fantasy of cold hands reaching inside
To take you home
You said you felt lost when you were found out
The death of our hands on your couch
Was the birth of discovery
That someone elses hands
Could feel cold
And in that sudden rush
I thought of all the hands
That could help me build a home
And none of them looked like yours
this inspired me to write again. thank you.
Thank you, keep writing. If you feel thats not enough. Just send it to me when times get tough
saw the notification, got my tissues ready.
so my boyfriend wrote this amazing poem about a girl.
i was not this girl.
Damn. That's tough, sorry.
My wife's boyfriend wrote a poem about a pretty girl. I wasnt the pretty girl...
That’s rough buddy
😞
Beautifully heartbreaking
Wishing I could write as good as this
same
@@sejcai I can, I just wish I was more Musically talented.
That moment around the middle..
It hit me hard.
This is the true finale to Five Songs For Losing You i’ve been waiting for.
this is absolutely magical. you know, it reminds me of every single damned time i was there for that (not so) "special someone", waiting until they could eventually feed my inner chaos with three single words that could give me peace, but instead of "i love you" he gave me poison. but i couldn't understand. i wanted more, it felt nice, or didn't it? i couldn't tell, they gave it to me after all, they wanted me to be okay, right? not really, i was blind, i was their coat and i was their mirror, they were my strong, cold hands but not because they were the one who would save me, but because they were a walking corpse looking for people to love and then destroy, like it was nothing, they sucked souls and filled them with grey. they were simply destructive, trying to find love while they were losing their own self. and damn, they had me, took all the love i had to give and then destroyed me, i thought i had everything under control in my life but that tall building built peacefully with hope turned out to be an illusion. i'm free now, trying to build it all over again. thank you for this masterpiece, it's gonna keep me company at sleepless nights and rainy days, and in relaxing car trips, even. that's when i think, and write. thank you, truly. from the bottom of my heart.
Dakota Hope take care, kind human being.✨
mindshavie. You are beautiful.
When sometimes, 'i love you' is the poison
This, this single comment I relate to way too much, I’ve dealt with a person like that myself, we were friends or so I thought. He seemed to be nice at first and then continued to make me go further into madness to the point where I was just there, but trapped in my head. He’s gone now, I knew I had to leave at some point. I applaud you for getting over this person, you deserve better.
I feel this, and I hope you know it does get better.
Maybe the reason I couldn't find hands that looked like yours was because I didn't want to be reminded of the pain you left in my chest, you said youd stay but you ended up like the rest, leaving me cold and battered and nothing to do with. Making me seem like some sort of myth in your mind, trying ever so hard to forget the part where it all had started. Your hand grabbed mine and that was the day you told me you loved me and wanted me to get better but look where that got us, you gave me a letter before you left forever.
God. This makes me think of sitting awake at 3am at my old apartment. Before I was homeless, before my mom stopped talking to me, before I graduated high school, before I started working, before my little sisters were taken from me. Truly another masterpiece dude
I hope ypu are better now
@@sunflower-br7cp i am, thanks so much :)
I found this when I was 12, I loved it. For some reason Spotify hid it, and I couldn't find it.
I'm 16 now...
And I need this now more than ever.
So you're 18 now, how is life treating you? I hope it got better.
phenomenal
another masterpiece
I dont know why but instead of that everlasting sadness in me when i listen to songs like yours that wake up my sadness and makes me realize how horrible everything is, this calms the sadness and makes me warm inside like everything might be a mess and i cant change anything but this makes me feel like i have a grip on my life and feelings that one day everything will be ok even if this world is mad doesnt mean we have to be a mess. This prolly dont make sense but nothing ever does anyways lmao (^:
It's the same with me. I feel warm knowing that there are others that know how I feel and support me.
Seriously thanks for this
this is one of the only poems where my heart wrenches every time i listen to it, flatsound has been my comfort since 4 years ago
I think I'd like to mention that this was my best friend's favourite song, not because she related to it or anything but because she just loved the raw emotion in it. One of our last text conversations was her sending me this song, probably five years ago this month. Unfortunately there was an accident and she didn't make it. I think of it as one of the last 'things' she left to me.
Araeylah, I hope you know I still come back to this song from time to time. It used to make me cry, but now I listen to it and smile thinking of all the fun times we had together. I'm so happy I managed to overcome the sadness your passing brought me and that I can think of this as a happy tune, in a really bittersweet way. You were loved so dearly, and never forgotten!
The first time I heard this song, I listened clearly and I just couldn't say anything after that, I was just sadly amazed by everything this music gives. The text, the voice, the emotions, the instrumental. I still don't have the words. This music makes me incredibly desperate, and everytime I hear it, I just stop what I was doing and focus on the music, because I considere it as a true piece of art. This song makes me feel things that I have never experienced before with music, even if I listen to a lot of music.
It’s like 1am and I found this at a really hard moment feeling alone. You make me feel understood. Thank you thank you thank you mitch
You got me crying. Thank you Mitch, thank you for all your art. And thank you for the love. Thank you for existing and having the courage to create.
This makes me feel all different kinds of emotions. That's what art is supposed to do. This is art. Gives me goosebumps every time
i just wanted to say that four songs for losing you(all of your music really but that album most of all) got me through my first serious breakup out of an abusive relationship and when i see him now, i really do feel nothing. thank you, mitch. really, truly, deeply, from the bottom of my heart thank you.
thank you for giving this song to me love. you made me feel something, these past weeks you’ve made me alive. love-me
Your work is amazing.
not sure if this cured my depression of incresed it... but either way, *thank you so much for this work of art mitch, you soft boi
Mitch, please dont ever stop putting stuff like this together for us to listen, contemplate and appreciate forever and ever. This was something of remarkable beauty. I'm so glad youre making more music that has the "you said okay" feel to it
I'm crying, god... lyrics are like mine own feelings andd thanks for this... it helps me a lot to wash my mind from that painful emotions which I m hiding even from myself because they are to powerful...
Thanks for putting it on youtube!! Couldn't get it out of my head since I heard it on Twitter yesterday.
I feel like floating and crying
"And I know that it must be frustrating to stand in front of someone who keeps promising you that they'll get better without the evidence to back it up" ..That part hit me so hard.
Flatsound can always put things into words so perfectly. I loved this one.
i love the rawness of your art, it's something i can't find in other channels. it's extremely beautiful. i'm truly happy to have found your channel a year ago. you inspire me. thank you, thank you, thank you for existing and not giving up.
god this song just makes me sob. it’s not just a song, it’s a cry. a cry for someone who has been through something similar to ones self because you don’t want to seem like the one that’s in need 24/7. you don’t want to look like a weak person, you want to be able to stand alone, be independent. but you want someone to hold you, tell you everything’s alright when in reality it isn’t. we all know it isn’t, but just having someone to bear your pain along side you lifts that weight off of your lungs that lets you finally have a breath of the air you thought you’d never be able to experience ever again. you’ve been through so much, and you think no one is able to understand you, when in reality, you’re just not searching hard enough in the right places. and the feeling you get to indulge in when you find that one person you can rely on is something you crave for, something you never want to lose, but you know that forever isn’t permanent, nor is it capable. but you still try to be there for that one person as much as you can because they’re the only one you see, the only one who sees you on your own level. you want go home, and home doesn’t have to be a building, but it can be a place. and your place is with that person. you knew from the moment you saw that one person, that they were in need of someone too. and there you were, realizing all the times you could’ve gone and asked for help but couldn’t due to the fact you were scared, scared of being rejected or looked down on. but when you saw that one person, you knew you were home. because home doesn’t have to be a place, or a state of mind. it can be someone, someone that you feel comfortable with, someone that can listen to you and be there for you
It was the only thing that got me through today and this night without harming myself. Your voice just puts me at ease. Hope you are doing well.
a little less than 2 years ago, i sent this song to my ex about a month before we broke up because it is exactly what our relationship wound up becoming. we were both so dependent on one another because neither of us were okay. neither of us knew how to be happy without someone else telling us to be. his hands held me for 4 years but "i thought of all the hands that could help me build a home, and none of them looked like yours".
this song breaks my heart. he always said he liked the way my hands felt, the way they fit perfectly into his. he always chewed his nails and I always nagged him about it. i miss him today.
i know that most people have walls but
i just don’t think mine are the same
you are hiding away
i am trying to escape
that was the line that did it for me. absolutely beautiful.
It’s funny because I’ve always said I would only date people with “working hands” because I’ve always seen some sort of beauty with them. Like, I work so hard on the inside but you don’t see it. This guy works so hard on the outside and you can tell by looking at his hands. It’s something pretty cool to me. And this poem took that idea and made it into something so beautiful.
your spoken word pieces reach places in my heart i wasn't even sure were still there. they always have.
you always say the right things. i always try to say what i feel but i somehow cant but then i listen to you and then i finally feel like someone else knows how to say it...if that makes sense idk but i love this song, thank you
GOD that second verse absolutely ravaged my soul and now i'm mess of emotions i didn't know i felt.
I just listened to this magnificent creation on Spotify and it just sounds as if Daniel Sharman was talking, it sounds like Troy Otto's voice. How? What a marvellous thing to listen to.
This breaks my heart and heals it in ways I cannot describe this makes looking back at my rough years and think “wow maybe everything didnt go as planned but I’m glad it happened the way it did” I thank you so much for that
hey mitch, just wanted to let you know you helped me meet the love of my life. thank you.
Been listening to your music for four years. Your spoken word poetry has inspired me to write my own, I have a composition book I've written in throughout high school & now that I've graduated & looked through it, I want to say thank you. Thank you for helping me find a healthy outlet for my negative emotions, I'm never going to be able to pay you back. I'll continue to wait for your notifications as I enter this new stage of my life.
Thank you, Mitch.
this is seriously so amazing. I am blown away by every line. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard
Makes me sad I found out about this song just now. This song is so good, makes me wanna hug somebody.
aw. can u hug me? I rlly need one rn 😿
Lovely once again Mitch! Thank you for inspiring me as a poet. This reminds me of something I wrote i feel as if it shows the opposite perspective:
My cold hands were there years ago grazing the orange tinged glass with my fingertips trying to see if I could feel the sunset through what seemed to be such a small barrier. It seemed to me as if nothing could separate us, as if we were one. But I quickly realized that golden perfection only makes a brief appearance and glass is much thicker than it seems. I tried so desperately to capture back the sun as it fled from the sky, I smashed my fists on the window whilst the darkness overcame what once was light. Enraptured by the shallow cuts on my knuckles, I did not realize that it had overcame me. Yes years ago I was there, I have learned how to open windows since then. Come, let me warm your hands.
time and time again you have me in awe of things that i thought we're so simple
every time i have severe writer’s block, you release something like this and it immediately goes away. thank you for writing so beautifully, your work never fails to amaze me.
Never stop making your art flatsound. It’s beautiful and I need it
É tão tristemente incrível a forma como é possível sentir a dor na voz dele... É como se eu mesma estivesse sentindo isso dentro de mim, é uma sensação estranhamente boa. Flatsound sempre incrível.
Goosebumps... none of the artists today could match up to the true art and passion that is bestowed in this man's head to his hands. Keep up the phenomenal work!
Man, Mitch. Recently I've felt a bit like I'm going backwards. Your music got me through some of the hardest, scariest times in my life. So that I could start writing too. I've been listening to my old favorites, stumbled upon this and weeped. I always feel like I'm listening to my own emotions reflected back at me. Being human is weird... Thank you, as always, for your work.
I'm in love with your work... it's so profound and beautiful
Every time I find my way back to your channel, it touches my heart, my life. And gives perspective, thank you.
She has an artist's hands, they're not soft and they're not warm... This spoken words reminds me so much of her.. I guess some things will never change.
never clicked on a youtube notification faster
This has been my favorite spoken word for the past three weeks. Thank
such a raw and emotional piece. your words leave me breathless
I used to listen to your songs a lot last year,and even though my taste in music has changed over time I want to say that I still really apreciate your work and am happy to see that it's getting better ^-^ The melodic lines of your songs remember me of a summer in which children play by the side of an old tower block. And this kinda leads my thought to my childhood.
I've never related to anything more in my entire life, I'm crying. I haven't cried like this for so long. Too long. It took too long finding this. Thank you
mitch, i really love your music. every feeling you transpire into song is so authentic and it's something i dont think ill see anywhere, ever. that being sad, i really hope you can find happiness and wellness, even if it means you stop making this songs.
I forgot I had saved this and now im weeping in my soul knowing ill never meet someone with so much passion.
I liked this before I even listened. And now it's playing, and I'm crying.
this song gives me comfort and hurts me at the same time
haven't listened to flatsound in over a year & still hittin' me right in the feels.
I love your spoken poetry and music so much. You get me through dark moments to take my mind off things. Keep being who you are, cause there's only one you, and we need *you*
its scary just how much i relate to this gathering of words agh even the little voicemail box empty thing
flatsound is fire
Just recently found you this year and it was amazing to see you are still making music. Thank you.
Everything feels so blue...
This. This gave me goosebumps.
I haven’t really felt emotions in awhile, depression has numbed them. Thank you for giving me something to feel.
my whole body was shaking when i saw you had uploaded omg i love
it awakens all the sadness that rest inside me. it reminds of my days with him. it also reminds me of the nights i'm alone in a cold room looking for a hand to hold but he's no longer there beside me.
Amazing, Mitch. Can’t describe how much you and the art you create mean to me. I hope you know that. You deserve it. Thank you.
Amazing piece, I like how your rhyme scheme is so fluid as if you are casually speaking. And love the guitar work, I hope you continue.
a warm whispery flutter in my chest as i listen
You always release music when I need it the most, thank you Mitch
mitch youve outdone yourself this is beautiful !!!!!
this filled my heart in a way i can't explain. A true work of art
thanks for uploading things still. i'm at rock bottom and everything is just shit right now and i always come back to you just cause you really calm me down n stuff. thank you so fucking much
The spoken word stuff really is magic
Still as beautiful as it was when released.
Your writing is so breathtakingly beautiful. You're an incredible artist.
You're touching my heart with your words, I'm so moved right now.
Thank you for sharing this feelings with us.
Greetings from Germany, I love your work 🖤
i got shivers and stuff listening to this, ahhhh. thank you
God i love your music so much
You have no idea how much it helps
this is the most beautiful thing i've ever listened
This is exactly what I needed right now. Perfect for my relationship status. Thank you so much. Just for everything your music gave to me over the years. Keep going, I will always support. Lot's of love. xx
thank you for always creating such beautiful content, Mitch. as an aspiring poet and musician your stuff is super inspiring to me. thank you ♡
Man, you always seem to post when I feel the worst, and it always makes me feel ok again knowing that someone else feels bad too
The cold chills this gives me.
thank you so so much for all that you create, your art is beautiful.
also im crying
I really want to use this as a monologue for theatre because damn, this is amazing.