My drive to create is an a feeling within myself that is only rivaled by my love for another, single soul. one living entity.
i feel the music in me. my heart beats in unheard rythyms just waiting to be unleashed upon the world. my lyrics spill out from my mouth onto the canvas of sound and my only hope is that i will be able to write them down in time before they are shuffled along to the farthest reches of my mind and forgotten for an eternity.
the determination and the heart to get out there and make a dream, my dream, a reality, is one of the few things i pride myself on, for i know without a shadow of a doubt that i have more dedication to the dream than most would even consider. i just need the medium, the same fellow dreamers with similer determination and dedication to follow me and we will create something grand. new and exciting, but old and timeless. its influence and appearence. its life and love. its hate and death. it is infinity and onwards.
currently glassjaw is my obsession, with all the old standbys ofcourse.
waiting for the right time to reveal the massacre,
lovingly, yet firmly yours.
<3
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