I can still remember how I started to write this song; with a mind full of excitement and hope that it’s forever. To write a song that always reminds me how she sleeps, the scent that lingers around the room and the sound of silence that echoes inside my …
Staring at the stars at night, worshiping how wonderful they are; without someone who agrees that, yes, they’re so beautiful indeed. Starting the day with a great cauldron of happiness and ends the day with a feeling of emptiness, and trying to gather scattered granules of happiness using a teaspoon that usually ends with frustration trying to find something; something …