by Sufjan Stevens » 8/24/2002, 10:47 am
My brother used to have such a great taste in music. He was the one who made me listen to Starseed on the radio, and ever since I have been a hardcore fan since. All of my former musical tastes are from him, but now he's deviated into the rap world, which sucks.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.