Life goes on when you see those you feel deeply connected with, within a certain period, are releasing new songs. Including yourself. Life goes on. We have each other imprinted in our arts. A divine way to love.

Huh just understanding it more how having a career in art may actually kill it. Suicidal innit

Prevailing insecurity

I get scared of those who never hide their pains but function above average. Maybe that’s just me myself and the latter is eating me up

There’s not formula for obsession. Not even a structure of neurosis. Through a fully identified fantasy, I let you grow into me.

Well this peace brought to me is from separating a part of me into the endless mourning. But I haven’t been so blissful for years - it’s the painfully hopeless hope that adhere to - “take me out there” - I keep shouting this knowing that it’ll never be real.

In der Nacht

Every time I speak I get exhausted witnessing me distorting myself in alien entities.