A 'loner' by nature; A word Artist; A Doctor, A student to life. Cursed to express my emotions better when I channel them through my fingertips.
I’m lost again
I used to believe love was likened to the waves
That no matter where it starts it’ll always hit the shore
A feather growing on naked wings
I can tell a tease of my dormancy
I’m ready for my last flight dear Lord
I’m ready for my…
I never said I'll be flawless
Or course the odds opposite those that brought you loses.