I couldn't remember the last time i held a pen.
As quick as a shooting star, I could write about the world
swiftly, i can rove my fingers along with imaginative mind
yet in endless strikes of the sharpest words,
I had lost the trajectory that once burned bright
A l'aide, à l'aide. Je suis en train de le perdre
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
I couldn't remember the last time i held a pen.
As quick as a shooting star, I could write about the world
swiftly, i can rove my fingers along with imaginative mind
yet in endless strikes of the sharpest words,
I had lost the trajectory that once burned bright
A l'aide, à l'aide. Je suis en train de le perdre
