whatever is wrong with you
i have seasoned your dreams, — taste me °.○ whatever is wrong with you, — disappears °.○ love redoubled your thoughts, — i'm complete
⁂ Writer’s Note: Just a metaphorical, innocent exploration of artistic inspiration with intuitivety, structured around the music's rhythm and creative flow. ⁂ So, thru which corridor of your nerves does happiness infiltrate inside you? And. At what time?