Playing the keys so soft, a heavy chord. I’ve felt many many things but the one thing I’ve felt only once in my life in a significant style was beautiful. As a man, it feels strange to say that. You can keep your money and your dreams and your bouts of happiness and contentment. I’ve tried all those and many more but to try for that beautiful life all the ornaments that come up by the waist trickle away. What do you want in life? Just eyeballing it. A cello and a violin. A long life is meaningless in a drowned city with people charring the sidewalks just to be okay. Happiness is as vague as love and I am not bitter.
reposted from black pyramid