Night after night it seems that I take solace in the dark.

In the light of day a longing for dusk endures.

Looking at the world through rain gathered on glass.

Loneliness is embraced.

Memories have no toll here…

Not in this place…

Solitude is embraced.

Sentiment has no toll here…

Not in this place…

Sorrows are now lessons no longer to be drowned.

Nostalgia has been stripped away, shown to be weakness.

Looking at the night through rain gathered on glass.

Strength is embraced.

Memories have no toll here…

Not in this place…

Resolve is embraced.

Sentiment has no toll here…

Not in this place…

I have released myself.

Laying burdens to rest as I look at the rain gathering on glass….

At last, I’ll live.

At last, I’ll breathe.

At last, I’ll gladly forget…

The truth is embraced.

What you took from me, that pain, has no toll here…

Not in this place…

10 years ago tonight, I began to fall in love….#B

Giving some feelings a form…

At The River’s Edge… A collection of writing, music and spoken word. That’s where I am, what I’m inspired by, where I remember, where I walk, where I dream, where I hurt, where I look back on mistakes…. The music and writing is a map of the inside of my head…. A little more about me: For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to make music, in my teenage years I did what almost every kid who grew up at the tail end of the 90’s did, got into rock/grunge/metal et al and learned how to play guitar. What limited ability I had to command the instrument was used to play in a few distinctly average metal bands. You know the sort, down tuned, angst ridden nonsense (come on, we all loved it at the time) that sounded the same as another 90 bands full of kids the same age who were all listening to the same albums or variations on a theme. Little or no work ethic and the social media limitations of the time (myspace hadn’t been invented yet) ensured those songs never made it beyond the edge of a bed or a practice room. As I got a little older I fell out of love with musical performance for a time, having reached the age of 18 and not toured the planet like I had dreamed of. Yeah, I know…every 18-year-old wisp of a lad dreams of doing such things. Soon, life got in the way, I didn’t play in a band or seriously attempt to write music again until I was 21. It was a great feeling to come back into that world with a more mature perspective and realistic aims…nonetheless, little more was achieved than having fun, which is never a bad thing. Another few years elapsed and I found myself writing songs with the same old friends aged 23 and just as I had turned 24. We were just doing it as a release, an escape from the trappings of the day to day. The familiarity of it felt very safe, it was what I needed at the time. Forward the tape to February 2012, one night I sat thinking about music, writing and performing. An eye was cast to some of my friends who are living their dreams, by that I mean they are living their lives as they want to, not necessarily playing in bands but most certainly involved in things they love…albeit some are a little older than I am, but they have not sacrificed their dreams or hopes and such is their devotion to their craft they have and continue to live out their dreams….as Tori Amos once said, “It’s a sorta fairy tale…” My motivation is not to emulate that, but it can’t hurt to be a little inspired, can it? For years I’ve written pieces that haven’t seen the light of day, crippling self doubt has prevented me from ever attempting to seriously document what I do…but that night I decided enough time had passed without trying. In April after conversation with a good friend of mine it was decided that he’d help out with this idea that I’d been trying to get together in the previous weeks. I wanted to put the writing to music, even if it was just as ambient, incidental music accompanied by spoken word…I’d never written or composed that way before… Without his help, “The Fragility Of Hope” would never have been anything more than words on a page. He gave it life. A Soul. Since then I’ve had the confidence to work alone and record the subsequent work… I experience it entirely differently to the listener, so if you get something out of it, relate to it in any way or you find it helps give a feeling form…then, that’s all the satisfaction I’ll ever need out of this. If you’ve read this far, I hope you find something in the music or the writing of At The River’s Edge. It’s my journey (as pretentious as that sounds) I hope it helps you on yours. Chris Flynn

Been doing a lot of that lately…

Not even sure why, because I’ve had a hell of a lot to write about…

So, here’s another promise to get back on track….

#thoughts #wastingtime #unfinishedwork