
the sound of a night sky will often speak in chromatic tones,
whispers and tones only ancestors get to respond to, or the faint whispers that carry us beyond the story.
see, this is the wisdom where love, consciousness, and how we became a thing reside.
this romantic noise of sorts.
If you did not know, the sound of a night sky is elusive, faint, and redecorates time into what is is, from what was is, and what the future thinks is is.
these series of nows.
let’s see where this night sky takes us,
in between these chromatic notes and into Nikki’s world, where the most beautiful adjectives describe other beautiful adjectives,
and carefully dismisses the need to layer on too many fractions in between our love.
M.C. Davis