aquamarine beard, lips tinted plum he grows beside the knowledge tree smoking a joe while sipping some, as he fingers dissonance and harmonies, composing as he hums. far beyond his peripheral debris: unearthed charm and wisdom. ah, if only his eyes could see the potential of what's to come.
I'm working on a different sort of writing, where the message is less straight forward and it sounds kind of funky, I'm not sure if I'm hitting it here, but I like it anyway.