I only believe in two things: the idea that the only constant is change and art.
In my mind there is a place so drowned by the heavy fabric that it sags the side of my face into what is so easily mistaken
By Hello, My Name Is Wonder.6 years ago in Poets
I'm heading to a place called nowhere, have you heard of it? It sounds like a test, cigarettes to my bare chest Just singing my hallelujah