Of Monsters And Men – Little Talks (Official Video)

This is one of our first songs. Before I knew who was following me around as a spirit, I felt we had a connection that was similar to another friend I used to have. Because I didn’t exactly know off rip who was following me, all I knew was that it was benevolent and protective. 

Thought this would be fun to dissect.

I don’t like walking around this old and empty house

The home I grew up in was getting old and shortly after Erik’s death, I began to notice some things paranormal happening. Some times I was afraid that I was going insane because I was in denial that things had changed.

So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear

I felt someone with me everywhere I went and felt assured I was okay and safe.

The stairs creak as I sleep
It’s keeping me awake

I became very aware some things were going on and the littlest noise or whatever, I’d think it’s something crazy. I would keep my light on in my room, play uplifting music, and lay down. I’d feel someone with me and it always felt nice. I was able to sleep.

It’s the house telling you to close your eyes

Not really the house telling me to sleep but him.

And some days I can’t even dress myself

Some days were bad and I would on occasion not shower or take care of myself because after Erik died, I had a sense that it was “over”. The fact the psychic predicted his death was enough for me to get in a funk. I didn’t want to believe it.

It’s killing me to see you this way

Erik often told me that when I get in a funk or on a depression slope.

‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

The dreams would come and change but it’s always the same. He visited me whenever there were bodies of water. The type of water would change but Erik remained a constant person who was there. Often he was there and I began to recognize him at the “pool guy”.

There’s an old voice in my head

Erik’s “voice”

That’s holding me back

Telling me to stop beating myself up and accept my reality; to fight the urge to take the easy way out like he did.

Well, tell her that I miss our little talks

Probably something Erik once told one of my psychic friends when I would avoid talking to Erik. I often did it while we were working on karmic and past life shit because dealing with it sucks but is necessary. 

Soon it will all be over, and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love

Nothing lasts forever and those days are gone. Now it feels like life is empty and painful. Time had come and gone and I was not successful to stop what the psychic predicted about Erik the year he died. All that remains is pain and misery feeling that I’ve failed.

Some days I don’t know if I am wrong or right

I often wonder if I’m just losing my mind. Hoping maybe this was a big misunderstanding. That Erik isn’t dead or he isn’t my twin flame. It would be easier to live if it weren’t true.

Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

Erik’s always reminding me that I need to fight off my inner demons that keep wanting to make me think I’m crazy. I know I’m not crazy but it’s so much easier to give in to the negative voice in my head. It would be much easier to give everything up in spite of the spiritual growth and positive changes I’ve made since this journey.

Don’t listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
And though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

I can get into a pessimistic rut to the point, I can’t hear him over my internal screams. Screaming for this journey to stop because of the days where it’s so hard. The easy way out would be to drop everything and assume the role as a crazy person. But the dreams keep coming as they have been since Erik’s death where he’d always be there and we were at another body of water. Like a remind her that I can’t drop this and I’m not crazy.

You’re gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that’s left is a ghost of you
Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart
There’s nothing we can do
Just let me go, we’ll meet again soon

We have been torn apart in every life we had, with nothing to do because the situations were out of our control. This time he died and became one of my guides with the promise that we will be together soon.

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around

He always asks me to stay, especially when I’m in a slump. We have a home I always go to when I talk to him. It’s designed to be a safe place for just us and any welcome beings who wish to come by. 

I’ll see you when I fall asleep

Something I always say before I go with a promise to try to return while I’m sleeping. Which isn’t easy to do.

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