A writer is by nature a dreamer... A CONSCIOUS DREAMER. -Carson McCullers
These ripples within my consciousness, just the white noise of an inner unknown and a million shards... These ripples within my consciousness, just the white noise of an inner unknown ...
Each a different soul, yet all so similar huh? Like mere babies burdened with a lifetime’s memori... Each a different soul, yet all so similar huh? Like mere babies burdened with...
I'm just an afterthought Tugging at the back of your minds I'm just an afterthought Tugging at the back of your minds
This was, but a suggestion by my self care app This was, but a suggestion by my self care app
Can they sense when I'm done? Can they sense when I'm done?
A lot of me Ain't really me, you know? A lot of me Ain't really me, you know?
There's such a comfort. There's such a comfort.
Each thought, each emotion so rich and distinct in its own uniqueness, Each thought, each emotion so rich and distinct in its own uniqueness,
How many times, I ask thee, Have thou glared at the tiny screen How many times, I ask thee, Have thou glared at the tiny screen
The dawn is approaching My life is calling To me... to me... The dawn is approaching My life is calling To me... to me...