Lore
Your road was marked long before your mothers gestation. Before the spark kindled the womb.
Pain shaped you. Suffering crucified your soul to this burden, like a tree pinned to its own trunk.
They formed you in the shape of the logos, Effaced with anamnesis you disregarded every sign, and experience novelty again for the first time.
No gentle gift. An archaic blague, murmured from celestial thrones.
In blood and viscera, you wander, bleeding, through ash and thorns.
To be born again in light and glory.
Torn from skin to return to astral bodies.
All songs are currently made on iPhone
Services:
Freelance Painting, Graphic design, Video production, VideographyMusic Production, Mixing and Mastering, Photography, DJ, Stylist, Visionary, Shaman, Advice giver, Designer, Motivator
Clients:
Me, myself, and I.
Add to my list.
Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still
Only once you’ve lost everything, you’re free to do anything.

