A Season of Winter

Literature)  Last week, I began a series called "Between Lines." In this series, I unveil messages, intentions, and stories behind selected pieces from The Winter Collection. The first piece I annotated was "Ruins," a song from my first published collection, "Florilegium." This week, we're in the same book, different album, identifying the meaning behind my song, "Armor." Armor:  I'd rather be feared than be adored. Fear never betrayed me. I don't trust anyone anymore.  When pain is all you know,  pain is all you want. Let down by my high hopes, I’m holding on by a single grudge. I set fire to my portrait  just to see my face burn. It's too late for a savior.  There's no heart beneath all this armor.  You preach unity, then you stand divided. Fuck your feelings, I'm openly offensive. No apologies, because I’m not sorry. Self-hatred)  “I set fire to my portrait just to see my face burn” was my focal point when writing this ...

Literature)  I am enlivened to begin the first official blog series on A Season of Winter called "Between Lines." In this series, I will unveil messages, intentions, and stories behind selected pieces from The Winter Collection. For the sake of preference, this series will read less like an academic annotation and more like a deluxe diary entry. The song I have chosen for this blog post is titled "Ruins," featured in my first published collection, "Florilegium." Ruins: I kneel before a splintered cross, I carve out my splintered heart.  Praying to a false god, lies from the podium.  Am I a paragon of division or the product of what I’ve experienced?  Where you see defensive, I see no option.    I sold my soul for their validation.  You asked me to change then exiled me when I did.  My faith left in ruins.  So count the tears  that paint my ensanguined face. Who am I? A child that lost his faith.  My bloodstained timeline, my yo...