His art cuts deep into my heart.
The only time I truly see the colors of childhood again
is when the lyrics are blasting in my ears.
Even when every song carries a heavy weight
and a cup of sadness,
that’s when I feel most alive.
I need those lyrics carved into my walls,
etched beneath the surface.
I want the melody to run through my mind,
sombr in my head like a never fading song,
the only place where I truly belong.
