Georgia born and raised.
I write for the words.
My Millennial Generation Living and dying by our uses of substances, Trying to fly in our abuses of cognizance Our senses are cracking from sleep-deprivation
By Southern Rhapsody 4 years ago in Poets
The thick, grey cloud coming from my throat is blowing side to side in the hammock where I float, swinging every day, every night, all the way
They meet with music blasting in party everlasting, thunder cracks in the air. The air itself is striking, song beats and bloodlines spiking,
