Dumb. Blind. Awkward.
Groping at a black dark.
Stumbling through nights I am told are days,
while those around me applaud as dreams appear.
I long to wake.Dumb. Blind. Awkward.
Groping at a black dark.
Stumbling through nights I am told are days,
while those around me applaud as dreams appear.
I long to wake.
