Luis Zul

Cover by me: https://photos.app.goo.gl/ft3kC93pgRhDtpzL9 Song: Heaven Source: Persona 4 Adapted Lyrics: Sapphire https://genius.com/Sapphire-heaven-lyrics

A fireplace is hardly consistent, for its guests hardly make it on time at the same time. These dancing tongues, they flail, fly, flaunt faithfully. These dancing prawns, so scared of running out of time, of running out of air. Its leaders, the pack ever-seeing, pioneer the new vertical, categorical milestones. They show its compatriots paths in shifting sands, lights -- a shining mirage, an imposter heat source, all so these pretty stupid tongues flock aimlessly. It's this dance that entices me so to think of how even with scattered splinters within our bones, all of us, unanimously, provide a source of heat for our single, eternal humanity.

What will this coffee bring to me? Beyond chains and morality Swirling around a minor chord with a suspended demeanor and calculated rebound. Come back, come back to the morning sound, to the whispers of gusty, mellow strings who elate in harmony, basking in reality, warming the rise with pedantic eneminity.

Ah, sweet summer love Isn't that what being a teenager is all about? Isn't that what being a young adult is all about? Isn't that what being an adult is all about? Isn't that what being an old chap is all about? Give me that song, that healing song, baby, the fairy tale panacea that which cures cunning curses cast, so cruel, by or upon me, baby. Lullabies are taciturn yet smother you to sleep. Why can't do re mi be enough to heal lil' ol' me. Shower me. Shower my skin. Shower me. Shower the flesh, the bones and the nerves. Travel steep and deep, with your one way ticket, to what what it's all about, what it's all about for me.

Take everything. Leave nothing behind. Mother nature will provide. We can't be everything to everyone But we can give our someone to somebody today in a different place at a different time, with somebody before at a different place in a different time. Amidst instances with myriad options but seldom agency, I voice discomfort and relish in negation. The intuitive sense of self will hardly send me astray, as long as it is I for whom I take another step.

Grow, grow, my pink, dazzling tree! Grow, grow, to the stars you go! Drink some milky whiskey. Wrap your branches around galactic chimeras. Melt into ecstasy and bliss. Grace the sun with your splendid, candid sourire . And when you've finally seen the face of God, come down, come down, baby. Tell me everything at the summer solstice, transform into everlasting embers, and turn my soul into a scorching, scalding hot pink.

Video In Acro Counterbalance class, I learned you can be: - The base OR - The flyer OR - The spotter OR The silent voice singing at half of the video to the choreography in front of him (that's me). And they're all valued and seen. I only got a hold of this recording because the camera person approached me asking if I had done any singing before, formally. It was a spontaneous moment that I relish a lot. It makes me realize that you don't need to be a specific role or sound a certain way. You just need to find what speaks to you -- or in this case -- sings to you.