preaching blues
where have you been, cos I looked for you, it seemed you've staged your fictionality, as if you've been there and yet absently exactly like a clumsy god preachin' blues
⁂ Writer’s Note: Just a metaphorical, innocent exploration of artistic inspiration with intuitivety, structured around the music's rhythm and creative flow. ⁂ So, thru which corridor of your nerves does happiness infiltrate inside you? And. At what time?