Whutchu’ Talkin’ Bout

one day my soul asked me if I needed to be heard, we don’t talk much any more.

i opened an aorta twisting on a bloody valve of the heart as i lay my hand to papyrus and proceeded to pen the details of a hieroglyphic mission; a vision in picturesque word form that shows me where i need to be.

this is a journey to the epoch when words mattered most and you could grow rich upon the strength of a listenng ear and a hungry heart. feel.