@those-misfits
"In this paradise... In this paradise..." Isac Crow muttered to himself as he sat at the table of a local coffee shop; jotting down some lyrics as the muttered them softly to himself. Looking around himself he lifted his coffee to his lips and took a quick sip of it, noticing all the people staring at him but not giving them a second thought. He was used to it by now, all the stares he got when out in public, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence really.










