SOUL.dier---INFINITE---CREATOR /// writer---beatmaker---audio engineer

wet leaves in the morning

licking dew drops of truth.

memories of last night’s conversation,

tasting language.

the Sun is always up.

clouds are clouds and shadows shift.

I move a branch lower

closer to that spot where drops are fewer

but have a different tongue.

one more and I’ll be on my way

letting it take me to that space.

it’d be nice if everyday was like…