i was older when she and i finally met. we’d somehow managed to avoid each other throughout my time at school, where i’d spent days distracted, drunk, dickmatized (also napping). nights spent wild, always blurry often blackened. days lost to kissing porcelain. and around we go. this was normal, non?
there was a time in our life when the words wouldn’t stop. presented in our head with their familiar rhythm, a melody that couldn’t wait to unfurl, dance with the fingers in heated bursts of songs that couldn’t seem to stop themselves. all around we heard the calls to create, lyrical invitations to sway with the day in front of us. coaxing us to play, hands dirty with this drive to make some sense of things.
if you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency & vibration. energy is all there is. but you knew that already. feel it, when your hair stands on end. the charge between your cells when they begin to buzz a lil brighter. there's frequency, a vibration to all things, every thing. every room. every person. where the air’s begun to ring in time with another, charging the air with a taste of its truth.
