I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.
Maybe, it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.
Long live protest songs, in whatever form they take.
Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving
Music is everywhere. It’s in the air between us, waiting to be sung.
I am here because of love.