I have a demonic nature. Born at night, sunshine still hurts my eyes. Whether it’s inside me or the world is just insane, it is painful to live. Yet the power I feel when I create is massive. But unstable. Chaotic. Not to force but surrender to.

I’m getting by, it’s alright. Life has its ways. It’s better when I believe in what I do and do it. Sometimes it’s harder than appears. Other times it makes me euphoric.

The Darkness never leaves but I am amused by it. It thinks it possesses me and doesn’t notice I’m feeding on it. Producing art of bright sound and color so it knows I have the light of a thousand stars within.

I am here and I’m glowing.