Fernando Pessoa, you will always hide your true self in art. You will never talk to me. No matter how hard i try you keep ignoring me forever. Maybe in another life. I’m so tired. When i met you i had a vivid dream of you shooting a bullet right through my heart leaving a hole but i stayed alive. You left me broken, without words and i can’t do music because no matter what i do i will be a stranger and not what you want. I wish i could heal. You are so much but it is all in my mind.