ImmorlandRose

…being forced to write is like being a prisoner to what you enjoy. it’s a bizarre feeling. this song is new, different. wings spreading, windows covered in raindrops as a face looks out into the world, her face mirroring the window. not sure where my thoughts are leading. never alone and it feels good, warm. if only I knew more. this yearning, craving of knowledge festers. I find it f…