You said I don't get it and you're probably right.
And that I'll never get it; I think that that's tight.
Doesn't mean I don't love you, doesn't mean I don't care.
Just means I have to listen more than I did.
And that's tight.
A synthesis of thought, on three hour talks.
You and I don't have to choose the same path to walk.
There’s some notes in my phone for when I’m all alone.
Words of encouragement in voices I hold close.
So everything’s tight.
A moment of validation juxtaposed restless discourse.
You're fine the way you are; you're enough, just do best what you can do best.
So call out, call out the missteps when I talk too loud.
I need to learn when to keep my head down...
Hyper realistic view;
Held to the goal of Kodachrome.
Plated over shame.
I promise I'm listening.
released July 7, 2017
Voice mail after track by Andrew Koji Shiraki.
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