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
Too feminine for the girls Too masculine for the boys I stand on the crossfire
Through the school gate, they opened the doors For the classes that lined up the halls We were screaming from the top of our lungs
