Write my name in sand;
I don’t need it.
Let it wash away
with the evening waves.
It is okay;
it was in the way.
Everything’s safe.
And I don’t wanna hear that sound
when I’m around,
so keep it to yourself.
Intersections are what matter.
Names mean nothing.
I am everything, I am everyone now.
Who I’ve met and who I’ve haunted,
what I’ve wanted.
It’s indelible; it’s incredible how.
Acted on and acting outwards.
I am something.
I am relevant; now my presence is felt.
Strangers irked and children dying.
I’m not lying:
I’m uncomfortable, but I’m comfortable now.
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude