"Listen to the silence, let it ring on

Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun

We would have a fine time living in the night

Left to blind destruction

Waiting for our sight"

entropy in velvet / they only see the shadow, never the source of the light

(yes, lowercase always)

About Me:

Who I’d like to meet:

Oscar Wilde, an eclipse in totality, and anyone who finds beauty in decay.

Heroes:

The moon.

Liszt’s Requiem.

My great-grandmother’s candleholder.

The librarian who handed me my first book on constellations.

Music:

Emilie Autumn, Dead Can Dance, Chelsea Wolfe, Tchaikovsky, Florence + The Machine (but only the haunting stuff), and my own minor-key piano compositions.