The Chrysalis of My Dreams
A place to learn the strings, A corner to eat up the books, A wall to paint my thoughts on.…
A place to learn the strings, A corner to eat up the books, A wall to paint my thoughts on.…
I have always wondered how people live this long, all the years in the same body, inside the same cage…
“I am not violent, I am not malicious, I am the result” This is an announcement made by the narrator…