i don’t know anything, it seems
inspiration meets me in my dreams
and dissolves in the light
of the sun.
write what you know // a.s.m
i don’t know anything, it seems
inspiration meets me in my dreams
and dissolves in the light
of the sun.
all is right
and nothing’s left,
it seems i’ve lost my
art.
no blood pounds in my
forehead, the seas within
are calm and i
have nothing left to say except
how lovely it is to really
smell the autumn air and
not be thinking of
how to write about it.