Bio: So don't be fooled. No don't get lied to. Love was always cruel.You know I'll call you eventually when I wanna talk, 'til then you're invisible. I’ve grown tired of holding this pose. I feel more like a stranger each time I come home from the shackles of language and measurable time. See sorrow it gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you with the fear that it eventually departs. It hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better, to suffer or cause others to. I just want to be a warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.