It's often easier said than done to recover from hard times. It makes the title sound almost ironic (‘All you have to do is forget’).
But underneath my sadness, there was a lot of anger. Breaking links and tearing a large part of a journey of life in pieces is not without reason.
The story demanded justice, and this demand was stretching the story beyond the door that I wanted to close right away. This demand was a fight, even though the justice was obvious.
It was hard for me to project into the future. For me, the future first meant getting through the battle and being able to continue on the path in peace.
So I had in mind the picture my imagination was painting.
“There was a field of short grass, littered with scattered pieces of armor. The clan had defeated the enemy. She was hurt but still standing, a heavy sword in her hand. Here and there, the fighters—every one of them present—were bent over, exhausted. A slow, invisible wisp of mist carried sadness and desolation. She looked out toward the horizon, where the sun was setting, as if trying to show her the way to keep the light. She looked around. The wet grass was slashed with scars, and between them she could still see the freshness of the earth torn open by the fight. She noticed broken branches on the trees around her, still bare from the winter just past, and the first green tips of new buds. She picked up her shield and simply said, “Let’s go.” Everyone moved in behind her as she began walking toward the hills, where a path had been cleared.”
I wrote the song as if it were the soundtrack to that scene. I worked with what I had, and I realize now that I didn’t let myself explore its full potential. I added some percussive sounds around my electroacoustic guitar to softly create a cinematic atmosphere.
It felt a bit like a first step, or a sketch. I drew the cover with the same mindset: broad strokes, a minimalist result, but with an intense meaning.