Voice

I lost the song inside my heart.

Recipe for....

The world is cruel, broken, shattered, bloodied. It is innovative, modern, deceitful and angry. It is exploring, moving, creating, hurting. It is hopeless and full of life, heaven and hell, unique and united. It is drawn together and torn asunder. It is weeping and laughing. It is stylish, catchy, ugly. It is simple, blind and... sheltered. Within the Earth's despair, within her darkness, there is all of this together: beauty.