dialogue monologue prayer song
i've been reaching out toward myself for years scribbling pages downing endless cinnamon coffee using up a rollerball micro in blank books from all over the world each scratch…
i've been reaching out toward myself for years scribbling pages downing endless cinnamon coffee using up a rollerball micro in blank books from all over the world each scratch…
when it is good the words are like a river racing through my mind ideas words sounds memories images when it is faster my regular life tasks get deprioritized…