
I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.

I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.

Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.

Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.

They kept carving little scratches all over my heart… look what kind of creature i’ve turned into now

They kept carving little scratches all over my heart… look what kind of creature i’ve turned into now
