The Passion for Art

You know when you think you know someone? More than anyone in the world? You know you know them, because you’ve seen them, like, for real. And then you reach out, and suddenly they are just… gone. You thought you belonged together. You thought they were yours, but they’re not.

Don’t wanna call you in the nighttime Don’t wanna give you all my pieces Don’t wanna hand you all my trouble Don’t wanna give you all my demons You’ll have to watch me struggle From several rooms away But tonight I’ll need you to stay

And the window sill looks really nice right? you think twice about your life it probably happens at night right? fight it take the pain ignite it. tie a noose around your mind, loose enough to breathe fine and tie it, to a tree tell it you belong to me, this ain’t a noose it is a leash and i have news for you, you must obey me

That’s what music does. It makes things make sense for moments at a time.

Being bi, being gay, it’s nothing to cry about, it’s something to celebrate.