(jonathanrhysmeyerssayswithbritishaccentasifreadingoutdostoevsky)
The grey sky outside is spooky. The silence felt through the window is cracking my eardrums. Are you alive, I wonder? Just too overwhelming. And then you say its pathetic. Oh, to die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end. I light a candle for Saint Marie. In the hope she never brings you back to me.. And yes, this indeed is pathetic. All emotions are. All art is. Whole life is. Piano Magic - Saint Marie.mp3 (5:40)