To bear these words, and not speak of nameless; Music is a power. The color of it has often been seen as pink. Something supernatural; something privy, yet we all have the equipment to maintain it's use.
It's something that is alive, but a life somewhat of a brain capacity of plants. I've never been a botanist, and I've never come across any evidence other than my own intuition. With this capacity of life, it has the capacity of good and evil. During the writing process I learned what things an artist does that truly affects the work as a whole.
Suicidal thoughts are fleeting,