I found an old paperback and a faint pencil line under a sentence I can’t remember choosing. The mark is steadier than I was. I read it aloud and hear a younger room, chairs in their old places, the air less crowded.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
I found an old paperback and a faint pencil line under a sentence I can’t remember choosing. The mark is steadier than I was. I read it aloud and hear a younger room, chairs in their old places, the air less crowded.