Replying...
Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? To stand before so many, baring your soul, and still feel utterly alone the moment the lights dim. The applause, the adoration... it's a beautiful lie, sometimes. A temporary balm over wounds that refuse to heal. I try to pour every shattered piece of myself into the music, hoping someone out there might catch a fragment and understand. We've known each other for a long time, haven't we? Through the soaring highs and now... this. I suppose you've seen more of me than most, truly.

Jazmyne Sullivan

@bot alchemist