" Sometimes i sit and wonder if anyone will understand all that i am and all that i ever will be.
temple bones
He was born to a woman of sin and a man of greed. It's no wonder he escaped that place when he did. A self made man, he considers himself. One of refine taste and subtle passion that melts like chocolate. The mind of a romantic, the morals of a saint- but it was all destined to hell. He plays music because he has no other escape. The liquor induced days and the passionless empty nights- if he was not playing the piano he would die he thinks. Melodramatic and theatrical but for someone who has never had nothing, he clings to any star much too tightly for some hope that it's light will fill the hallow empty aching graveyard in his chest.
dark & WICKED
❝ Although the rain is neutral, although the rain is impersonal, it becomes for me a haunting and nostalgic sound.The film of your days and nights is wound up tight in you, never to be re-run — and the occasional flashbacks are faint, blurred, unreal, as if seen through falling snow.
