" Your body is honest, When you´re in physical pain, you cry. 

 But the heart is a liar. It stays quiet even when it´s hurting. " 

                   Moon Sang tae

I have tried to quantify the reasons I feel incomplete I guess sometimes, my wisdom, it figures that's what I need I have tried to sit beside these demons that trip up my feet I guess sometimes, It's weakness that strengthens the skin on your knees 

´´if art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time´´

Depression is living in a body that fights to survive, with a mind that wants to die