No doubt about it.
One-word song titles and brooding baritones; lovelorn looks and fragile falsettos.
These late night tales that spill the beans may well be empty and devoid of other means. They are probably remnants from your yesteryears, made out of snapshots of a past and history untold.
So close it with an encore of a song, and a whole new story unfolds: one that seeks a quiet moment to pull the strings to your soul, and finds more than a reason to swallow you whole.
Still, merely sitting here and dreaming about the end of fallen rainbows, broken microphone stands and multiple split screens without a return-to-sender envelope can be a heartbreaking affair indeed.
It is always about today, which is something to look forward to tomorrow.
But why is it easier to add on new items to the bucket list, than to strike any off it?