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It started with an introduction.

It started with an introduction.

An introduction to the musical stylings of a man I had never bore witness to before.

It paralleled with a girl who’s life stylings I had never bore witness to in any sense of my most peculiar imaginations.

The mysterious and most beautiful form of art of this man and his emotionally invested writings brought my mind to the depths of creative power that I had never before endured.

Likewise, this girl empowered the most liberating aspect of any artistic ability of mine that had ever been hidden behind the trapped doors of society. She brought me to life.

Together through the creatively beautiful freckles that complimented her cheek bones, and the breathtaking sound of his music, we grew together; we grew apart; we grew up as one.

Our fears, our insecurities, our deepest thoughts and most complex ideals were brought to life through our newfound bond of artistic values, brought together by a man and his art; his music.

It started with an introduction.

An introduction to the musical stylings of a man I had never bore witness to before.

It paralleled with a girl who’s life stylings I had never bore witness to in any sense of my most peculiar imaginations.

It ended with an introduction.

An introduction to our lives no longer paralleled by the beauty of her freckles, the exploration of art, the growing of two drastically different and unique individuals as one.

we grew together; we grew apart; we grew up.

I guess the beauty of art begins, and ends as one: beauty.

“And so it is, just like you said it would be. Life goes easy on me, most of the time”