Perhaps you’re the wilderness that waits within me Perhaps an other mystery, I open beneath you. writing / PAUL TRAN
i’m just trying to watch the dust settle in its place try not to breathe in i pray it won’t be much longer
Alls I see are the white roses, reaching for Nirvana with me. Asking Him the same questions I ponder. writing / Kendall Hill
A big stage eyes to watch me hands to hold black ballerinas to spin. In all white no more white lies, white eyes life in me, no life in them writing / Kendall Hill
HONEY CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE GLASS SHATTERED MY LEFT PASSENGER, FILM GRAIN EVERYWHERE. CRYSTALS NOT BAD WHEN YOU GET TO KNOW HER . writing / Kendall Hill
was a hit and you’re a home I run to. Shooting star, can’t look backwards.