1.2 Excistence At first there is an I always treading through time, for a long time the sky was where i looked for my sign, an object of split emotions , tattered photos and wasted tears , my #life had been set in motion still not feeling i could steer. So now that was I , still staring at the sky, with so many people yet to say goodbye, donned in black from neck to toe, burning candles that were friends and music my blood flow. Lost was the path, death was the star, walking recklessly forgetting who you are, a new feeling bathed over it came from within the night , with electric tones and flickering candle light. Embraced and atoned loving every sound, even as my love ones were laid to the ground , ripping my heart , hanging it to dry , music now my dearest friend , it helped me not to cry. It drove me to draw, write spells on my walls, now filled in black but still craving for more.......