Here is the exhale. Here is a moment born within the cool mist along the spine of mountain ranges under my skin. Here is the shadow that hydrates the droughts of our present. Here is a thought, here is its proof - buried inside my digital safekeeping until it allows itself to be spoken. Here is where you wander off, dear one - find your landing gears.
Tell me a secret
"Center"Written & Produced by Dresage and Greg Martin