Story

The ropes opened up for her as she always seemed to glide through the crowd, with envious stares and broken hearts. She passed the golden speakers and red curtains making her way back stage, making herself at home. She could out drink you and out smart you, and serenading only worked for a moment before she would begin finger picking the guitar with a cigarette dangling between her soft pouty lips, singing the songs that shattered glass, but with a such soul they'd make your heart melt. Her raspy voice, her careless nature, her need for no one demanded our...

Butterfly, You are the most beautiful thing...I've ever seen. You shine just like sunlight rays, on a winter snow, I just had to tell you so.. Your eyes sparkle as the stars, like the moon they glow.. Your smile could light the world on fire, or did you know? Your mind's full of everything.. that I want to know, I just had to let you know, I just had to tell you so. You're my butterfly, fly high. 

"And suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore, not really knowing her, not knowing anything. He wanted to ask her every single question that seeped into his thoughts like a drop of ink spreading in a glass of clear water, he wanted to unravel her secrets like the spider web they were, keeping him glued in place until they eventually ate him up from the inside. He wanted to know why she always wore the same silver necklace and what it meant to her, wanted to know why her favourite colour was blue and why she loved red, and why she'd...

To the one who inspired it, but will never read it… A walking wig in the streets of Paris. A born actress, driven by madness. A mystery, a well kept secret. She was there watching me with eyes that flickered like fire in a dimly lit room. She caught me looking at her, but she pretended she didn’t see, because that’s what she loves the most… pretending… and teasing. As my eyes were searching hers, I saw a small smile hidden on her perfect lips. She was beautiful with her white hair and bright skin. She could have been an...