I write, study music, create and teach what I know to the best of my ability.
I hope the black outs are from the extent of the brightness on the other side of the darkness.
How beautifully lyrics are viewed from a different language.
Small talk is nonexistent.
The meaning is brilliant with colors as bright as a rainbow
Sprinkling over us all.
Hope shines its bright face.
To mi-derakhshi
All day I lay around.
Not in a good mood, nor motivated.
Crying with nostalgia.
Hoping for the future.
Being still.
Understanding there is only so much I can do.
God's wings fly around gathering.
It's the work of heart, she says.
He reaches me from the core.
And I just cry.
