Hi I heard: let's get into some good trouble The kind that -
If a fire were to rip past you and smoke your bones to white, to a raw nothingness. And if I were to stand there smoking from the fire of you -
Everything is unfinished except your Blue. Blindingly bright, ages old, iceberg deep. The soft sinking release in your waters.
Blue like the sky I anchored on in Little Rock
A heart I buried in dark sky. High
I am Lightening in the sky Your grinding motivation and unstoppable pulse The one who crawls across the rock to find you I know how it feels Who stops you from focusing A sudden memory A dream A disrupting force I cannot be broken - and you know, no one does it quite like me