Prayer for the weak, the humble and unexpressed. Vulgar interpretations of life, lonely lines from lonely hands, a picture is worth a thousand thoughts, quietly made with a practice of isolation.
Eye’s like no other’s, rotting wooden mindset, just the trust of his fingertips, and not informed by any words. Seeming escapes on the depth of a page.
A song for the strong, though it hasn’t been long. Articulated visions of being stuck in your own head.