laced in thoughts

july 6, 2022 ~ vibin at b&n with a&a ~

mmmmmm the sounds of my soul

azize and i whispering sweet nothings to each other thru the piano ~

i love the sound of heels against a hard surface, keys finding their way to the keyhole, and seeing my furry babies after a long night

sweet thoughts turned to words on my rooftop amidst morning chai time

for my love ~

como el fuego ~ sen senra losing my way ~ fkj & tom misch on ~ supertask

blue door nestled behind a sea of palm trees tucked away surrounded by overgrown weeds perfectly tapered bricks make up the seams behind blue door there is you and there is me we make up the insides not so perfectly interweaved we like different things we exist by different means i like to walk and observe everything that's intricate around me you like to run and feel the breeze caress your skin we're just different but behind blue door it'll always be you and it'll always be me

black cherries black blood how many more will bleed until we've had enough how many more will we bruise and leave at the bottom of the bunch dark night dark life there's a chill in this summer night raging fumes from fiery thoughts turned to actions sirens echo from every direction jagged scatterings of glass mimic a yellow brick road that leads to a revolution our revolution as the city burns so does a previous way of life it's slowly fizzling out and i watch as the remnants transform into specks of shimmery glitter no more checking behind your shoulder at every corner no more black blood only black cherries

a poem from me to you

lola is my homegirl / dog and i just started teaching myself how to play the guitar

the sound of rain always soothes me

existing in my mind can be a lot at times, so sometimes i leave myself written letters or voice recordings giving myself a pep talk. this is one of them and i wanted to share because sometimes we all need to be told to snap the fuck out of it. :)

some thoughts I want to share that I've found to be valuable in my everyday life

pretty girl in a room full of people engaging in forced smiles and meaningless conversations she escapes away a few moments of solitude enough for a quick smoke break “peace” she thinks, for a second anyway you make your way and ask for a light she obeys you take this as an invitation to engage a few drags later, you've got the head high that nicotine permits you brush up against her waiting for a reaction she uncomfortably smiles and looks away pretty girl isn't sure if that was intentional or a brush by mistake a moment later, you move in closer, move her hair from her face she says “no stop,” still, you're gonna have it your way she screams for help but you cover her mouth so quickly, she got out nothing more than a yelp you squeeze her too tight run your nails through her thighs pin her against the wall and tell her, “shh it won't take long” mascara tears are running down her face as you unbuckle, unbutton, and stick it in her deeply no regard for her profuse weeping she's stopped resisting she's numb frozen all she feels is the cold jagged bricks against her petite shoulders a few jerks later you've cum, you've finished two minutes for you a lifetime for her pretty girl is left with all the scrapes and bruises

a short and sweet lil one

a poem xx

sometimes after writing my thoughts in my notebook, i'll record them as a voice-note on my phone to listen to later. the power of voice and audio has always had a deep impact on me. this is a recording from september 16th, 2017.

a poem i wrote on my drive down a bumpy road to jaipur, india

how do you define beauty?

hey hi, thanks for being here, i appreciate you more than you know. lots of love and light to you xx