hide the bodies

Open your mouth and talk about all those places. The free moments and the declaration of that freedom.. slow the music.. and the tonal vibes are still redundant.. open your mouth.

It’s a firefly fight. Taking the time to rise into the trees, this slow walk, light up the Georgia in your voice. The southern comfort of the podcast microphone. Call it home and separate the red clays from the porcelain.. drag that body where no one can…