言葉にできない感情がある

that last chord was sick, gdamn

меланхоличное чувсто спокойстивия кок будто закончил школу с мыслями ididt

beautiful

me when i gain lucidity in a beautiful dream but doing so shatters the fragile fabric of reality and i start to wake up

how do you get your pianos to sound so full and strong?

Sounds to me like trying to stay calm when everything inside is falling to pieces. "I'm okay with this." When in reality, there's no way you are, and somewhere in your head, you know that.