selken

When I walk away from home when I cross the stream of time all I see is sand and wasteland I just need to see a sign Show me something I can handle give me something I can take bless me with your precious offerings damn that venom, vicious snakes Building up a broken structure rolling back the things I've said doesn't do a goddamn thing my spirit is so crushed and dead Looking out from shuttered windows seeing not a ray of hope scrawling drawings on the walls bleeding ink and feelin choked I am too far in my head I am too far in my head I am too far in my head Let me go to sleep instead

Inspiration is the light that draws the others in they gather round to see what could or should have been they hear your words and see your craft they cheer, they jeer, they jester regardless of the response come together after work towards your lofty goals until you are a master

She lives in a world full of darkness with the king of the heartless penny for her thoughts but she'd pay a hundred thousand bucks to get lost in a valley full of love and opportunity not this anxiety and stressful autoimmunity ill words from her community questions and whispers not a bit of impunity punished at every turn and her heart burns she just needs to turn away dodge the blade and dance towards a new day