Indexing this artist for the first time.
Fleeting things always are beautiful
The New Great Depression
Mom look, I can draw straight lines now.
When the spell is Broken
I don't even know myself
The pieces of me I left behind
Secrets I will never tell
The conversation of illusions
Now; It hurts even to breathe
Do you see it yet?
Hurry up, we are dreaming!
The Beginning
