not everything makes it out of my attic. i'm always busy making new things but i tend to want to show my results only after they're 'done'.
which is a bit of a waste, because it means that a lot of potentially meaningful things never see the light of day...
here you can find scrapped demos, lost poems or discarded songs, unused ideas and videos/pictures. anything i'm working on, really.
maybe, if you dig long enough, you'll find something that might change you the way you do things, or inspire you.
a cope butch in a stronghold trapped inside with a closeted jester you're so strong when you're insecure when he validates the attention you're after the time you fell didnt ask for help locked in a jail you made yourself no relief life without peace gotta want to break out yourself
she could have anyone but him
you brushed my hand with dried up tears left unsaid but i felt it too we’re sheltered in your campy fantasies does your back hurt chasing down your memories? it feels so new but i’ve heard before my heart is relieved when your grief unfolds we both know it’s a silent vow in your photos can they guard our mysteries?
some things are better left unsaid
first demo of a song from a while ago. this is only the first part
some vacant gap between their words and what they say they lost their innocence they're empty words of encouragement living in a bubble they don't tell you what they mean i made somebody mad they didn't feel like telling me a strange vacant gap and when i ask what's going on they start backing up, they look away guess i killed the fun living in a bubble for a good 17 years i opened up my head and still the world surprises me
started to play violin. still gotta work on my posture and tone, but i'm slowly getting there. geduld is een schone zaak
layering several layers of yamaha synth pss-560. first demo of silent vow
thinking of who i could have been i lost me, i wear somebody’s face and i could just let go never been so far from home it’s just a leap of growth i should’ve made a while ago thinking of who i could become too proud to show my guts wasting my time in fantasies i’m bleeding my thoughts and energy stopped discerning what’s right in front of me and i could just let go never been so far from home (had to leap so far ago) thinking of who i could have been