The morning mists swirl
A foggy cloud
Obscures the objective of the day
That is, assuming there is one
Maybe it is just sleep
Roll over and surrender to the disinterest
Yet, there is fight
There is always fight
The fight remains stronger than the mists
So forward I march
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Take a chance and see where it takes you! ✨
Pen to paper
reconstruction + emotional health
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How Deep It Goes
The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step...x
A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
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