I walked across the plains…

I walked across the plains…

Whilst I lay there I heard your heart crying it came quietly in the early hours   so i stood up and walked across the plains whilst I walked I listened to your song.   It stirred my hands so I made this for you. What would you like it to be? A key A door A...
The Grip

The Grip

sometimes it’s loose or not there at all I wish that was all the time. Commonly, I feel tight. Like someone’s got a grip on my heart and is squeezing hard, It hurts, I hate it. The grip is trying to tell me doom comes. I believe it sometimes. Terrified, i...