❝I heed echos of your laughter in the corners of my mind

While I memorise each detail of your intricate design

In your hair there is a symphony

Your lips, a string quartet

They tell stories of a Neon Valley Street

Where we first met

now somewhere time pursues us

As we love in Technicolor

But I dwell in silence on your words

Which move me like none other

This time I shall be unafraid

And violence will not move me

this time we will relax

This time we will stay in our movie

I see beyond tomorrow

This life of strife and sorrow

My freedom calls and I must go. ❞ 
- Janelle Monae