Hi, what are you looking for? I wish I could put your voice in a jar. Wait for those lonely winter nights when I forget what God sounds like, run to the nearest maximum security prison and open it. Watch the notes bounce off the walls like ricochet bullets etching keyholes into the sternums of every brother in the room. The way the moon gets jealous when you mock her crescent figure with the shape of your mouth, queen. You make the sky insecure.