And I have a strange optimism
when I read my own words.
And when I see my own flowers pop up from the soil.
And when I capture a world with eyelids closed and white noise and a distant humming sound puncturing the peace.
And I have a strange optimism
when I read my own words.
And when I see my own flowers pop up from the soil.
And when I capture a world with eyelids closed and white noise and a distant humming sound puncturing the peace.