Composition

MY WRITINGS OF "COMPOSITION": "The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time." - Mark Twain The last time I saw my great-grandmother, we celebrated her birthday. She wished it was her last. I had a dream that I watched my great-grandfather, a rather recently disabled, but always joyful man, deteriorate and die in front of me in real time. The man who helped teach me things about life, the man who has kept a high spirit in his darkest times, shriveled up into a raisin in my eyes. My vision turned black and white, and I could feel the trauma in the brain within my brain trying to block out the experience. My grandparents and I inherited the house that built some of my childhood memories; the house my great-grandparents have since moved out of for an elder's home organized by Texas A&M University. This dream connected to another; for an imaginary field conceived in my brain owned by my great-grandfather, painted with the American Flag in the grass, stood an airplane. The dream flashed to a different moment; I was sitting across my mother in a restaurant in Alabama during a road trip to Florida to spend the summer with her. This conversation never happened when I actually did this, but in the dream she asked me if I was ever able to accept the death of my great-grandparents. Before I could answer, I woke up. Only two things are secured for man at birth; life and death itself. Whether the time to leave Earth is secured or not; that is the question, a decision formed from a case-by-case basis. But no matter the life we lived, we are all destined to live and die someday, and somehow. In the pages that unfold within each track of "Composition", I not only tell a story of life and death, but a story of humanity and of mental health and instability-- whether it be mine or yours, that decision is up to you. We all live different lives and different stories, only my job is to affect yours how you want. As for what you see, Death, as she stands and does nothing in the blood-stained desert of nothingness, watches the decaying and drying carcass that is Humanity kill itself. She brings no coffin and there is no funeral, for in the vacuum of space, nobody will be able to hear you scream. Composition, an album by Departure MY SPECIAL THANKS: Thank you to Brooklyn for being my executive producer, and for helping me figure out what this album means to me. Thank you to the additional producers, features and vocal contributors for helping me realize the destiny of Composition. Thank you to Sissy for greeting me with your comforting mornings, and with your death helping me realize your love is no more. Thank you to G-Daddy for dying right in front of me in my dreams. ADDITIONAL NOTES: It is recommended that this album be listened to in one sitting. It is recommended that you listen to this album with either stereo headphones or speaker system(s).