Voices start to ring in your head
Tell me what do they say
Distant echoes from another time
Start to creep in your brain
So you claim madness like it's convenient
You do it so often that you start to believe it
You have demons so nobody can blame you
But who is the master and who is the slave?
Tell me what do they say
Distant echoes from another time
Start to creep in your brain
So you claim madness like it's convenient
You do it so often that you start to believe it
You have demons so nobody can blame you
But who is the master and who is the slave?
-Madonna
I just came across these photos taken in March. I was at my best friends 1700's farmhouse. We took a "stream walk" in the chilly water with her dog bouncing behind us. I drew in my little notebook and she played the piano, singing the newest song that she wrote called Fire. We make a good pair I guess. We're both dreamers, me with my poems and photos and her with her crystalline voice. Polar opposites too, she likes to lie about and sleep in and never takes control while I wake up early and can be anxious about the day's events.