Monthly Archives: March 2020
Without that dissonance, there is no conversation, there is no risk, there are no tears and there are no smiles, and nobody is moved and nobody is affected!
Losing fans is the collateral damage that comes from engaging in music from an artistic perspective, rather than a commercial one
Her youth had died
I wake up late. Again.
Waking up late used to bother me but now it doesn’t.
I’m not sure who I’m becoming.
They love to write you off
Oh god, I’ve seen so much damage
A friend points me back to my history.
My past.
The one I’d forgotten all about.
I remember that kid but he feels different somehow.
A list of the Bowie books I’d promised to read catches my attention as I leave the past – fuck – there’s another thing I promised myself I’d do; but haven’t.
I cant love; shot full of holes
I’m running out of time
The highest cliff you can fall off is trust
We were the wild ones in a way. But now we’ve reached a point where we can look back. Not even look back, but look inside. Because we have no more time
My life is a hashtag 