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
Did it satisfy your mouth When you whispered all my secrets All the witless minds were feasting
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
