The rise and fall of an intergalactic pickpocket.
Remember, most things can easily be lost.
Sentiments, and things that never really happened.
Wait for me.
Try as you may, you'll never find rainy days like those where I'm from.
But so do you at night.
I think I'd rather, yes.
If you tend to think things are either beautiful or ugly, it's time to wake up. It's morning.
It's a state of mind.
It's there, you just can't see it with your blinds down...
When a life is worth just a drop in the ocean, that's when you get scared.
Jabberwocky to the general eye, mind you.
Just for fun. A bit about how man and machine intertwine... ALLONS-Y!
Imagine a buzzing crowd. City white-noise. Then make the sound distant.
Do you care that your's isn't Romeo? Because mine sure as hell ain't Shakespeare.
I dedicate this to my cat, for spawning the idea... Turned out to be more about people in general, though... Maybe I think too much.
Don't become what you set out to destroy...
I'm so sick, sick, sick. Sick of it all.
This was never your choice.
Sometimes, the longing to have a place and someone who cares, someone to tell you that you matter, can show in the most curious ways.
This is all about the images in your head...
Sometimes, you long for what you can't have.
This means something...
You can disown anyone, everyone but yourself.
Boost the bass and crank the treble...
Lend me your teeth and I'll bite you.
Tears. Or more accurately, the lack thereof.
About loss, lies and things that should not be kept secret.