Silence.
Then, in an instant.
A ruthless war wages out in my mind.
Midnight, on a Tuesday, lying still in my bed.
I wonder how the monsters migrated to my head.Tossing and turning music up loud.
Irritates them.
Sound is their Kryptonite.
Midnight
Silence.
Then, in an instant.
A ruthless war wages out in my mind.
Midnight, on a Tuesday, lying still in my bed.
I wonder how the monsters migrated to my head.Tossing and turning music up loud.
Irritates them.
Sound is their Kryptonite.