Sirens, by Mark Tipple

Music: HeniliosIndie Kid Theres an ancient folklore of creatures disguised as beautiful women, luring passing sailors. Their songs were filled with such beauty it hid the treacherous rocks surrounding their island. Upon hearing the call and veering too close, ships were scuttled on the reef and sank to the depths below. The few surviving men remained transfixed on the Sirens lullabies of grace and love. The Ocean has that same hold over me, no matter what her mood I can feel complete solace, or terror, in a constant shifting state of awareness. Weve been through a lot together; Underwater Project, Dimmer Light, Mare Vida, Shades of Morning, Search for Silence, all finding that common link of being with her at her finest, and her worst. Even through this, Ive found myself shying away over the past year. Our connection was still there, but my attention span had diminished to the point of neglect. Try as I might to rectify and return to how it used to be, I couldnt find what we once had. I became desperat