Sometimes this is the form through which raw thoughts are espoused.
i sat at the edge of a river
and peered down to see my face
the moonlight’s rendering was imperfect
the angles captured odd yet still familiar
new facets were captured and laid bare
the contrast more inviting than harsh
a drop came down and then another
the illusion lost by a milliliter
that shit that makes your soul burn slow. kinda says it all doesn't it. it was vulgar, it was childish, the beat was actually kinda bad, but i'll be damned if souls didn't burn slow in the wake of ether. as i write this,
Pretty self-explanatory to be honest. Here's four photos I happened to take during the past two weeks.
I'm looking at two songs I picked at random from my Replay 2025 playlist on Apple Music
Oh damn. Anywho let's go Mr. Cardamom. That's a fire nickname like y'all remember when Christopher Daniels was Curry Man?