You ever just need a couple of days? Just a couple to yourself. When something comes and knocks you off your delicate balance in your head. That something that pulls you outside of your body and you’re left looking at your shell, your insides spilling all over the floor with no hope of containment. You know what messes you up the most like that? Love.
Yeah, I don’t know what to do anymore.
Love is not something I hand out easily. It takes a whole lot to trust enough to be able to let my guard down and expose my soft interior. My love is a degree even further beyond that. So far away that “on the horizon” doesn’t apply here. Unreachable by any conceivable means, but when you hit it…it’s more the impact to myself that I have to brace myself for. Continue Reading
I pose a question. I seek an answer.
Do you have your answer?
Do you have the answer?
“Every moment in life is but a chance for you to learn a new lesson.”
I learned a new lesson today. Better yet, a new inside look at myself. After, what seemed to be, a 30 minute outward expression of an internal rant, I looked at myself like “holy shit. I thought I was passed this.” I am seriously unhumble. Not humbled? Lacking of humility?
I’m sorry. My vocabulary ability is deficient of the proper way to say the opposite of being humble.
“One night stands” mean different things to different people. A meeting in a bar or club turned into a sexual encounter. A dinner date that concluded in unreturned phone calls and unheard voicemails. A rendezvous with the aid of an app for a one-off hookup session; names not even necessary. Whatever it is to you, they exist. Chances are, you’ve had or will have one. One sided or mutual. The undisputable observation is that they govern most, if not all, relationships everywhere. Continue Reading
The week starts. The morning starts. I wake up, get dressed, make my way out the door to the place that allows me to live. The place that allows me to manifest this lifestyle. The place that takes away the very energy I need to live, while giving me the means to live. Putting me in the company of, what undoubtedly seems to be, the very future ahead of me. Breakfast time comes and goes. Lunchtime comes and goes. It approaches the rush hour. My labor is no longer required. I am released from the slavery born of my own volition.
Live a day in my life.
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Boi Growing Up 