am I getting too old to be the thing I wanna be am I taking too long to prove I’ve got what it takes at what…
the mind can only see so far ahead I like to think I have such grand plans, like I’m following some kind of blueprint do x, y, z…
The new year blew in on a cold wind andI dreamed I was trapped inside Gaza,terrified for my life.
the muffledtelevision soundsalways enter the ear like brainwashgurglingfrom another room.
