She tells you she’s okay.
Where are you?
It's 4 am so I'm still writing obviously.
She seems so alive to you.
For anyone who needs it.
Cobwebs in dark corners, left there to stay.
Whispered words from lips, sewn shut.
I have no idea what this is.
Opinions are bothersome
The collection of words that come freely through my fingers, and become alive in through my chords