Living in this vast exhibition of breathing ghosts, I dream about things I can't have, or even exist.
One day I'd like to become a porcelain useless figure with no purpose whatsoever, just existing, I'm not sure where I'd like to live though; maybe an old lady's cabin in the mountains or a French film enthusiast old man living in a farm growing jasmine and rosemary trees and ginger.
When it comes to fears I don't think there's a reason for me to talk about them, cause if I do, they'll become a thing, they'll become a statement and to be honest I don't feel like doing that, music is a sacred thing unlikely for me to talk about so I won't, but really my favourite colour is something so much more easy to talk about but that does not make me me want to talk about it, so I won't. And it all might sound boring or pretentious but when you give everything you have there's nothing left to become a porcelain useless figure.
I think personality wise I'm just a person, but at the same time I'm nothing. Tags are idiotic and unimportant.
My religion is made out of nostalgia and subconsciousness, it's there all the time but I haven't met her yet, they say you shouldn't talk about her cause it's not polite, frankly I don't know who invented "polite" and really he couldn't have been more predictable.