Precious Jewel

I find myself fumbling in descriptors of self & the projections i embed into the music. The melodies are of me but they are not only mine. I am fruit fermented of my many mothers' wombs, following the gumption of my forefathers' seed. These words and visions yearn for a page, breath, tracks to be made true - to feel the distinction of senses, turning from thoughts to matter... finding home in effervescent dreamscapes that don't got no bottom. I'm grateful for the gusto I been bestowed with, as it has gifted me with voice, friends, lovemaking, and endless discovery

Photo by Shenaia Ramsey @_stand0vt_