October Stations - Napatsorn Treesap
October hits different,10 stations I caught a glimpse of the whisperersThose hazy moments in the suitcase I owed it to youI carried soft but pathetic steps straight to a foolI read the books of the travelers,I bought a ticket from the traitors,I went through a map of dealers,I sang some songs with strangers,It doesn’t make me matter what’s evermore feels likeI called back in 1999, did I still…










