mirror

nowadays, hit me up for albums,
used to be hit me up i would stick out elbows
arm in arm darkest road darkies stroll,

where are we going, who knows?

two of those if we kissed, we was slaves
to a new thing, healing, revealing peeling, appealing
back the layers, back to back laid up, matter of fact stayed a.
float with more weight than, a bit more... wait nuh

the epilogue, lemony lovingly had it written

funny feeling where the ribs hit 

i mean it could be the one that i miss

mist, early mornings on the lakeside.

but it just is what it has been. and it might just be what it is
sands of thyme and i do know that everything has a season in,
so stay sunny for me; reason being:
love is constant even when it's not stamped.

Return to Sender,
Sincerely,
Me.

Track 11

i live in san francisco,
i live in san francisco.
i live in tokyo, seattle, los angeles, istanbul even,
because when the earth quakes, i become one with the fault.

solemn solace

and it may be that the divine is too pure for the mortal. 

asylum

the last time I existed on such low frequencies, only solace existed with me