Curate, connect, and discover
Though I feel so human at times, it feels as though there is a fundamental part of being human missing from me. This is where my music begins to become louder in my mind than any other internal thought sensory. I turn to be human towards another, yet at a loss. Then music may come. Or my love burns through velvet blankets and I crave through notes. Such fires and fires put out are equal. Their smoke is the mystery that fills the back rooms with lavender and long trails of endless thought.
Mike Liebo (via mikeliebo)