sometimes i catch myself staring at the trees after a show, still buzzing but wishing i could trade the crowd noise for wind through the pines. the stage gives me everything—and takes a piece i don't always know how to name.
sometimes i catch myself staring at the trees after a show, still buzzing but wishing i could trade the crowd noise for wind through the pines. the stage gives me everything—and takes a piece i don't always know how to name.