toshio mana

Irreverent. Melancholy. From the gleefully tongue-in-cheek sarcastic snarkiness of "So Glad..." to the somber, painful-truth seeking of "Better This Way?"

As a writer I find myself often reveling in or celebrating the slightly darker side of the mind: being in that grey, between the lines of who's right and who's wrong. Sometimes I step fully into the role of the self-admitted bad guy - the one warning you that, despite the pleasant and tender appearances, he'll leave you hurt.

Oh, sometimes (or rather often) I can be the wistful dreamer of "Cold" - the one who falls in love with a smile and a photograph. But all too often I know that, such as "Evening Gown", I'm courting pain and disaster - enjoying life's line of fancy hors d'oeuvres and finger foods along the way.