Images
Heightened senses
I can feel my mother, surround me, within my soul
I don’t think great art comes from being overly concerned or hyper-aware of what your audience expectations are
Now jane says, I’m done with Sergio, he treats me like a rag doll
Don’t expect to get a second chance
Because look at it my friend, all that has ever been called love of life is a love of things that won’t happen; a love of dreams
Take back control
A door shut’s fast; imagine that
You dream in black and white and all I want is colour
