My name is seasoul. I talk to cats, play on every piano I find, I like zombies, the sea, mountains, drunk jamsessions, red skies, Jack Kerouac, the wilderness, boats, melancholic people, Bob Dylan, the dark, fall, moonlight and whitewine. I smile a lot, talk too much, write angry songs about people who annoy me, I live in Berlin where I study music-stuff, I'm addicted to coffee and the walking dead, I want to end up on a boat or in a forest because I've learned on my travels that all this is possible. I'm very young (early 20s) but life taught me many lessons, and I don't want to talk about my past here. If I do, I will call it lessons, and not death or catastrophies. I believe in the good things. But I like the dark things. I paint monsters and sometimes when I play songs on stages I make people cry. I like it.
I m always sorrounded by people but a loner in my head. I need much space. I'm nostalgic as fuck.
I write stories here.
Nice to meet you.
