Music

Pieces of me that are coming to die, pieces of me that I couldn't get right (honey, get the defib).

This loneliness hurts all the time, but I can't make you mine in this state of mind.

Let me tell you a story about something that happened the other day at the thrift shop.

Love I think it's time I go, never the right time to let you know. Now I'm leaving here.

What if hustle culture had its own anthem? This isn't it, but it might be close.

An intergalactic ride through the depths of one's own mind (c. big bang).

My life's like bamboo, growing underground over all these years...

Yesterday, I laid my head down... and went to sleep.