I don’t care for golden Hermes aloft, adept with glory, gifts rising tall with sculpted confidence from an etched pedestal Rather, I like to see the water streaming endlessly along polished bottom
I used to be a shy kid. I would go to school, not talk to anyone besides, of course, the necessities. Teachers with questions or classmates during required group projects. Getting bullied was difficul
Running around this maze, dead end after dead end, Give me my life back. Give me my light back. Give me my art back. Give me myself back. They told me many things: youth is a false lie, you're a fake