Music

Dear computer, are we more unkind to each other… or to ourselves?

An instrumental embodiment of what it means to start tumbling down, down, deeper only to find a path back up.

I was waiting for the right day, right time, right play, right game, right face, right mind...

Stretched too thin with a trust that couldn't bend, evil tastes different in person.

Dear reader, let it go.

Lay my head down when the sun's rising. I'm thinking 'bout... Everything.

Better late than never, but I've been waiting, I've been waiting... I damn near wished on every star

I'm in my groove.