Made this while loungin’ , needless to say— I’m not a musician but I do like to play with sound.
:) tell a really great story
Henry was a kind boy,
Eyes comprised with the faces of fifteen black boys,
spewing blood from their ears,
Filling empty houses.
Henry was not kind to me.
Give me back my tiny toes, and diffused demeanor. I want back my mind of air.
Streamlined, independent and free.
Bracing myself for a grand evolution of thoughts and processes.
Did you know this would make me smile as you sat there sneakily typing this anonymously? <3