Song Paragraph of the Day.

"In your mind where you're always late

Because of dreams of no ordinary landscapes

And the 'why?' in the margin is true

It's where I fly

It's where I scribble that I love you

In the time of the blue."

Wrong Container.

The working class,
mostly drained of ideas,
mostly pouring without input.

“Don’t compare your struggles to anyone else’s. Don’t get discouraged by the success of others. Make your own path and never give up.” 

~Unknown

Our many layers.

I've known my worst enemy...
It stole my skin and wore it as disguise.