Old Chokes
  • Old Chokes
  • Frameworks
  • Small Victories - Early Download

Withering in gardens left dry. I’m still soaked from their old chokes. Oh, what a mess I’ve made now. Oh, what a mess of things I’ve made. It’s such a shame; all that dirt couldn’t grow. I put the blame all on the shine and less the soil.We must wilt away if we wish to someday grow, but I’ve wilted and waned over and over. The soil is as far as I, as I can go.

  • Rosebuds
  • Frameworks
  • Every Day Is The Same

Frameworks // Rosebuds

I’ve picked apart everything that meant something to me. Memories of home, of all my friends, and family. Every day is the same. No rose buds, Just early graves.