soul

A Story by harlem_knight

Contemporary melodies play in the heads of the nostalgic. Forgoing the problems of today, the introvert, they label them-Escapes through rhythms and waves that were manifested well before their own interpretation. Before the worlds of quality existed and gradient levels gave value. Before the static of opinion set out to override expression there lied soul, pure, In its most tangible form. This connection sparked the birth of many other cadences, eclectic, derivatives, hell even ideology free from the confinement of sound. The tap your feet-head nod force within every 808 booming through speakers, every drum summoned from the motherland to dwell in the heart, is the very same fiber of our being. We aren’t people. That’s just how we define that which can’t be defined. We aren’t constant. At a deeper level we are all the same. See, we are everything and nothing. We shake hallow bones and vibrate on to infinity. We are waves and handshakes, daps and pounds, literal walking cadence. Frequencies, if you will, infused with limitless potential and the influence that created the Heavenly Father Himself. We are eternity entrapped. We are soul!