my dream is evermorphing, yet consistent in its presence
acclimating to new learning, evolving as my knowledge expands
i am compelled to let the vision flow through my hands…
‘cuz my eyes do not always filter properly.

not that the dream needs to be censored, but sometimes…
sometimes you just gotta sift out the bullshit.

to be continued… ?
(also: i feel compelled to encourage y’all to add on as you feel moved. just listening & trynna be obedient.)

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