I write doodles, of loss and despair. But live in a world, where Rapunzel has strong hair… My paper jaded times, with poetry on the fly. It's a landscape of art and horror, in depths of my mind... But oh, there is a price to pay; these sickening odd thoughts. Abrubt and outright, like the fading of a memory lost… It's what it's like, to be in love. To hear a heartbeat within the burnt out stars, in the dark skies above... -HMG