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
Is it so bad to be a victim When I see your skin draped on a stranger's clothing On the bar I move my body hoping
So desperately trying to save our photos All the videos you had where you talk to me Suddenly, it felt all fresh again
