Not writing much anymore.
Sad days, no inspiration.
Just a void I’m trying to fill
With thoughts and songs and written words.
The void is still a void, though.
I’m beginning to understand why artists die young.
Fire in the form of female.
Not writing much anymore.
Sad days, no inspiration.
Just a void I’m trying to fill
With thoughts and songs and written words.
The void is still a void, though.
I’m beginning to understand why artists die young.