Photos By Becks

Music runs through my veins like a disease from the masses, and I get it. There are certain things in life that I don't look for the explanation in. Music. Theatre. Art. There's an innate knowledge of the why within those things. I wonder, then, how much of ourselves really put into those activities. Are they a core part of our souls, or a mere fragment? Without music, would our eyes still dance? If we did not perform, would we be so determined to pretend? If we failed to create...Would we perish? Or is it all just a lie our hearts give to us?