Rictus

Countless memories and every nook triggers a tale. Like lightning, I am struck; there is no respite. That diner, that dinner, that hike, that building, that waitress, that date, that flirt. The mistake. The night. My fingers can't fly fast enough for me, and I wish I could find some conduit for my manic mind.



Driven by hurt, happiness, and hate, riding the cusp of crisis... this is the artist's song.