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
The mornings feel a little colder Since the day you went away Your laughter still echoes softly
Can't put my thoughts to words My lips are stitched with the flashes of your sight What could've been never saw the light
