To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
What can I say?
I'm Rin, and i am an all around snarky jackass.
I'm the fool of the queens court if you will,
a trickster and a punk.
I have a way with words and enough charm to mosey my way out of the shit i get myself into.
Don't prattle on your high and mighty horses before I
tell you a little about myself.
I'm living a long and interesting life, I lived everywhere and experienced it all.
Life isn't worth living when you sit on your ass and do nothing for yourself.
Perhaps it's just that I have all the time in the world. ( or so my arrogance tells me.)
If I offend you, come off strong. Don't take it personally. I'm a dick.
Catch my interest, then your in for a hell of a fun ride.
Don't let my child-like face and short stature fool you lovelies.
I'm not sweet, and i'd rather scowl than smile.
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
I have a love of my own
and that is my music. It means everything to me- I am a composer as well as a musician. I have been playing cello well on for 18 years now, and think that anything is possible when you put your mind to playing. Give it a try sometime kiddos.
This tattoo means everything to me:
"We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out at sea. I look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see. But if I don't believe in him, why would he believe in me?"
Lilith, i swear you are the girl version of me. My best friend forever and Leader of our coven:
Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.
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THE CELLO AND THE SOFTENING
Brilliant in a tone,
so much so and never alone.
War and poverty,
politics and sovereignty,
weary on these restless bones.
We need simplicity and hope,
a different way to cope.
Waiting by the phone,
but never alone.
It is just I,
a passerby that is brilliant in a tone.
The cello so it softens,
opinion scarce.
For the melody,
for the opus.
Conducted and controlled,
is brilliant in rhapsody.
For the melody,
for the opus.
Mastered and unrehearsed,
Adressed and unwritten.
For the melody,
for the opus.
Styled in it's precipitation,
in it's backwards cider.
For it softens in acceleration.
