I had a dream that my lungs filled with toxic waste called air.
Each inhale becoming at last, an exhale.
An inhale, becoming my last
exhale.
Jazz – Pop Vocalist | StoryTeller | Poet | Writer
Jazz – Pop Vocalist | StoryTeller | Poet | Writer
I had a dream that my lungs filled with toxic waste called air.
Each inhale becoming at last, an exhale.
An inhale, becoming my last
exhale.