“Tornado watch”

Let’s listen to Saba. Leven Kali. Infamous Yasiin. Melodic instrumental tones. You know like Common Sense.

I used to love her.

3000 times of Da art of story tellin pt. 1.

Or so I used to love him?

…You know what Umi says.

Maybe I never loved at all.

Just come lay with me.

Elevate one another with intruiging words about journies lived and not yet traveled.

Lay with me.

Can I sing to you?

It’s a dream to me… I love it when…

Never mind I’ll just sing when you’re asleep.

I always said I wanted an artist as a lover.

I thought I found him. I got what I prayed for. Well he found me. Any rate… he was “too” much of an artist.

Does that make sense?

Is that possible?

He was too much for me.

Of course my brain reverts back to old thoughts.

Old thoughts surfacing.

In the night.

In this storm.

Old thoughts of what was in that moment and also what never was.

All in the same instance.

Yeahhhh there’s a storm right now and I’m in my feels.

Predictable I know. But I can’t help it. This song got me feeling some type of way.

You won’t lay with me. Just a lay as our favorite record plays.

You won’t lay.

If the earth was upside down you’d lay.

Would that result in a stay?

And the song was “heaven all around me” by the way.

(20Oct18, Italy, this was randomly written rn)

(Pre)Nottinghill Carnival 2018

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