I’m in an introspective state…decisions being made…life being played…where my mind is my stage, and all the thespians are black lesbians (for some reason)…singing blue songs…across a red canvas…as pure as the first fallen snow…I’m in a funk that’s turned my life inside out…and my testosterone induced jazz is comforting…in a way…not sure how, or which, or who’s way…but I’m in an introspective state…as simple as my breath…