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
I broke many breads with strangers Hoping it'll lead to a friendship of no hunger Yet in the end, I bit my tongue
All my life I've been nurturing my insecurities Hiding them and trying to bend realities Never tired, but sometimes I just wish I hadn't
