I'm Dripping Golden Honey ©

The story — in my words

I wrote this one after a long conversation with an old friend who was terrified that seeking a better life through manifestation might somehow 'backfire' on him. I wanted to capture that moment of realization that the universe isn't a vengeful accountant; it's more like a river that just wants to flow. We cut this in a small room with the windows open, and you can almost feel that summer thunder I mentioned in the bridge. I kept thinking about the phrase 'dripping golden honey' as a state of being where everything you touch just turns sweet because you stopped fighting the current. It’s about being formless, letting the old roads crumble so the new, higher ground can finally reveal itself beneath your feet.