I don’t exist anymore.
I am Anakin Skywalker...
I don’t want to become Darth Vader.
My first attempt at digital music. It’s...
I could spill my thoughts. My feelings. I could go deep and make you understand. You could recite my words back in a million different ways of your own and instill in me a confidence that you understand and that you too feel what I feel. I’d still feel alone. What’s funny is I know I’m not the only one and it’s hard to know if that fact should be reassuring or tormenting.
how low can you go?