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
When your cousin walks into the room You do your best to mute your voice Not supposed to talk
I used to think that 22 is my lucky number The day I was born, isn't it just ideal Was I a gift or a curse to this world
