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That’s who you are to me, Cadey. You are my sunshine. It’s just that I’ve been battling this dark cloud way before you and your sister were born. I don’t have the strength left to fight it anymore.
The saddest key in music is Dmajor.
A diminished chord progression. A# D# G Wild and dramatic. The sound of a hurricane at its peak, winds strong enough to uproot a tree and send it lashing into a building.
It’s gentle. Warm water on naked skin. Sunlight kissing my palm. Enveloping. Whispering that I could drown and like it.
Women like her… they’re the reason empires fall and kings turn into losers. The magic in her fingers has that kind of power. And I want no freaking part of it.
All my life, I made it through by believing that good exists and things have to work out in the end. I clung to that truth. I had to. When all you’re surrounded by is pain and darkness—there’s no choice but to hold on to something intangible. Beautiful idealisms. Unreachable dreams.
I realize just how powerless I really am in this world. Pluckiness? Hard work? Bull crap. Everything about my existence is moldable. No matter how much pride I have, I’m nothing but a plaything in the hands of the rich and powerful.
Music is a reflection of us. Of who we are, where we come from and who we want to be.”
“Music can be so many things, but if it’s a burden, it’s a sign that something’s wrong.”
“I think it’s easier to choose darkness than light.” I play the dark keys to prove my point. “That way, rather than being hurt, you’re the one doing the hurting.”
