Music is the core of my conscioussness; it nealy overflow me with a constant flow of inspiration, comfort and euphoria. Without it I would slowly burn into a mass of emptiness and thus life itself would be torn asunder or else succumb to the dread of boredom. It seems my whole existence is built upon tender foundations which also exists underneath the law of slow burn; I am slowly burned by the fire of life which has engulfed me in its fiery state of uncertainty and bliss. It is my only hope, my only desire, my only comfort, my only pillar of outmost strength on which I can lean my tiredness and bored state upon. I will slave to a bitter end, whatever it might be, and bask proudly in the sunshine of my life, love and hate; eternally entwined, seemingly, until I shall pass my last breath, the last torch-bearer of my fragile existence.