Reflections seen as emptiness is heard, unawareness morphing to realizationUntold truths collectively rising, rhythmic patterns yearning for releaseMelodic tunes fill the void, binged words arousing burdensWords flowing from a silent tongue, submissive to a never-ending wildfireShuffled playlists, insights to one's mindCompartmentalizing ideas/thoughts, reflecting what others wish you'd beForever performing, yet shying from the spotlightAn unpaid… Continue reading The Words She Wrote as Lana Sang
Suburbia, Interrupted 