| addiction : Milan Italy November: 2002 |
i wanted to be a musician, i wanted to be a writer a singer an artist. i spent hours and hours singing and playing at home and at the sanctuary. then it started, i was strange weird diffrent. i didn't care about tv, about games, i cared about music, learning, God and people. I didn't belong. I didnt fit in.
feeling isolated and alone i had nowhere left to go but to music writing and art. then i meet David and one day i heard him play. he played like i played he spoke to the keys, it was a communication i knew he knew we where the same. we were bonded together by the music by the soul. he saved my life. because i learned that what i had was a gift and not a cure. this gift has been a struggle because it scared me because i have seen the affect it had and can have.
David and i would write music and play it over the phone, he learned computers i learned the piano and how to be an artist so to speak. then life got really ugly and i left home. when i left home i couldn't take anything so i was forced to depart from my music which was devastating.