Living life through an author’s eyes but they’re mine.
As I sat with coffee and tears in my eyes.

And rivers look like veins and branches on trees and we’re its molecules helping it breathe.

Sobriety of society was burning my skin.
And sometimes I forget how to spread my wings.
So I wrap myself in bubble wrap and nurture and water my soul.
And now I’m travelling alone.

And the girl who once couldn’t do the zip of her coat jacket, packed a bag and followed her heart round the world.

And society was burning my skin.
And sometimes I forget how to spread my wings.
So I wrap myself in bubble wrap and nurture and water my soul.
And now I’m travelling alone.