all that matters.
when the world comes to an end, i just hope i’ll have made a mark, tracing my footsteps with a candle, scribbling in the dark. my story is a concerto that i play as i compose, drawing the final note as the curtains draw to a close. and if all the world’s a stage, then i present to you the perfect cast; all those who made me who i am, that are immortalized in my past. i owe them all a bow, where...