I dream of harsh lights like a hospital and I’m paralyzed I’m so happy I can’t move I can’t write I can’t do anything more

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
I dream of harsh lights like a hospital and I’m paralyzed I’m so happy I can’t move I can’t write I can’t do anything more
Are we a modern reflection of the moon? Just a spoilt man with a silver spoon Torn, tarnished, and running out of room Where even
Forgotten realms held dear memories Times that could have Would have been but Instead I ran around in my mind waiting for the sky to
The number of our destruction smacked us in the face, But too many didn’t want to see. They liked the words they heard, Shrinking their