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
Another Friday, we're on the porch swing Counting fireflies, hear the car horns ringing The same cheap wine, same worn-out T-shirts
Still in the shallows So save me While I can still breathe your name
