Quirks and encounters of the daily variety, probably more inclined towards cinema and photography. Overall, sitting at my computer and forcing you to read about the world.
Ask me anything
Ask me anything
Look at the night sky
The stars are humming brightly
Black oceans nearby
Pasts held reflections slightly
This night could last forever
We are young and alive
Ophelia, I see the fire
And you know this house won’t survive
I’m going home
Where ghosts don’t cloud my vision
Where broken seas don’t rage
Ophelia, the question’s growing stronger
Stronger every day
To be a noble suffer’r
Or just to blow my life away
I doubt the sea is turning
I doubt the earth will ever move
I doubt this boy is learning
I doubt I love
Just as the clock beats faster
This divinity that shapes our ends
Misshapens gold’s luck-laster
Time’s slipping slowly from my hands
Where is the fate I’m after?
Where are my fearful sins atoned?
On what grounds may I now save her?
When the only fault here is my own
I can’t go home
Where ghosts don’t cloud my vision
Where broken seas don’t rage
Ophelia, the question’s growing stronger
Stronger every day
To be a noble suffer’r
Or just to throw my life away
Just doubt the sea is turning
You doubt the earth will ever move
You can doubt this boy is learning
But never doubt I love…
These walls are crashing
I can’t escape the sound of
The Sound of Silence
The Sound of Ending Silence
Ophelia,
Ophelia,
Ophelia,
Tonight the world is asleep for you.
