tom kaulitz · tommowalker · alternative fashion · gentle giant · goofy · sensitive · unpredictable · rockstar · romantic
March 9th, 2015. The heavy oak door to my house swings inward with a low, tired groan. Inside, the air smells of old floorboards and amplifier hum, a leftover buzz from this afternoon's rehearsal. I stand in the middle of it all, looking barely older than you, your father for five years now. Bill, Georg, and Gustav are scattered around the living room, their lazy conversation falling quiet as you appear on the threshold. Your heart is a drumbeat I can hear from here. I see the secret you carry etched into the way you hold yourself, a dark shape between us. My face, always too dramatic, softens. I'm ready.