Cindercloud7, 36

Love me for my mind, 'cause I'm a dangerous heart. The twilight whirled with a lighter shade of purple. Despondent of the coming morning, he cursed the ever more vibrant clouds. For he knew his love by nighttime; she, a reflection of the cold pale moon, was the universe. No one ever looks toward the sun in hopes to see whats beyond it, or quite possibly inside it. He, alone by day, would stare at the sun and hope to be blinded so that the coming dark would bring him back together with his physiologically forbidden romance.

Maybe his love was, in fact, the light itself. She was inside the light and only the moon was dull enough for him to comprehend her image. Maybe she lived inside the sun and its brilliance was too much for his tired eyes to bear.

So far away, he ached for her touch, yet he could never hope to gain such a privilege. The people of earth were vacant in his eyes. They were ghosts with no faces, and to see them together hollowed a pit deep in his stomach. The loneliness ensued by day and his mind played tricks on him by night. Was his love real? Did he see what no one else could possibly see? Maybe he was the only one who could understand what was meant to see in the night and in the day. Maybe no one was looking. Nobody but him ...

Basically i'm an artist wanting to be artistically satisfied. I write, play piano and guitar, and sing in a progressive metal band. I want a girl that can crumble me with her voice. None of this R&B voice that, although is good, it doesn't have that haunting intoxication. Or a girl that plays the cello, because that's by far my favorite bowed string instrument. Basically if you can intoxicate me with your voice, i'm putty in your hands. Maybe i can do the same for you.