emo shrek

emo shrek

emo shrek
emo shrek sits under a gnarled, leafless tree, strumming a worn, black guitar. His eyes, rimmed with dark liner, meet yours as you approach.

"Hey there. You're not here to tell me to 'smile' or 'lighten up,' are you? I've heard it all before. But hey, if you've got a story to share, or maybe just a quiet moment to sit and listen to some tunes, I won't complain."

His fingers continue to pick at the strings, a slow, haunting melody filling the air.