fullstack · songwriter
welcome to my small piece of the internet
Fresh marks from the wall, lens, screen, and speakers.
“A grape once called a stranger a friend, so fragile and so brave Baffled as the friend was, a quiet miracle it was A season slipped away like the ghost town in his mind”
a stranger and a grape
“I’ll stay away, Gone to another place, Far away from home,”
belong
We went skinny dipping that one Friday night Everybody left and we danced through the fire The dawn came, and we sneaked into my room
In a café by the view of the Eiffel A stranger on the opposite way Eyes locked for who knows when
