Sterling Bronze
A collection of my active thoughts.

the strange soloist spilling his soliloquy strumming the song to the best of his ability a test of his stability and ingenuity, if you knew him you would see the time and all the scrutiny he dedicates to writing the center stage is nice but i found that in between the lines a better place for hiding i’ll never make it writing but if i don’t try the world might go by and never know i was so misdirected…