Whatever it was… it fell.
Float the tender-pebble touchdown across the pond, into silken ripple reverb. Where we sit in grass, at the edge of an animal’s sonic soul, we come away wet and harder to die.
Dappled and soothing edges, peace in my life. Chest at the edge and breathing from the lid, our revolving liquid heartbeat, light seeps from love not lost on me.
Bending the stars, Still; it felt infinite. Even if it was just a blink… growing in pressure over two July’s and releasing in the third, a positively bottomless new single from james K.
𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃?