routinely, I have had different experiences. reminded of the days. slowed time. growing up into the figure already shaped for me. routine replaces spontanuity. reminded from the past of what ive been through. The good, the bad, the ugly. sounds like a soap opera--soap operas suck--so you catch my drift. haunts me to get on social networks. *checks twitter* they draw me in and the routine sets in. hard to break through. my "mute" list tells me to stop, and is a broad stroke of what is going on.
Things are much deeper than social networks. i am scapegoated at peak performance since leaving columbia. just scapegoating. superfluous scapegoating. my pores are filled with mud and footprints all over my body. my sleeves, dirtied up. though the wrinkles are there, they are fighting and pumping on.
i expect most of you are gone by now. tired of my melodramatic, often self-indulgent, ways. feeling down makes me feel bad for feeling like this. horrible spin-cycle *checks twitter*...get me out of this machine. these are awful metaphors. im trying to be vague, yet transparent. i want you all to understand, really. hopefully connect, but that's a stretch. shall we move on...?...okay.
though i am a shell of myself, if you were to catch me around town, you'd see a huge smile. i dont like to be seen as a mopy, which is a coincidence. Lord knows i have greater things to smile about and appreciate. the fact that i am able to sit and be happy at the thought of being happy makes me smile. i love to smile, as many of you know. i am more happy than not. humbled at the love i receive, the chances ive been given, the guidance, and the want/will to teach/share with others makes me content. i love it. though times are rough, i continue to love hard. can't stop, wont stop. the Lord blessed me with these sleeves and i wear them proud. How can you not be happy when the Lord is so loving, great, caring, understanding, everlasting, reaching to YOU when you're down? man, take em to church, young blood. *drops mic*
Peace and Love.
Things are much deeper than social networks. i am scapegoated at peak performance since leaving columbia. just scapegoating. superfluous scapegoating. my pores are filled with mud and footprints all over my body. my sleeves, dirtied up. though the wrinkles are there, they are fighting and pumping on.
i expect most of you are gone by now. tired of my melodramatic, often self-indulgent, ways. feeling down makes me feel bad for feeling like this. horrible spin-cycle *checks twitter*...get me out of this machine. these are awful metaphors. im trying to be vague, yet transparent. i want you all to understand, really. hopefully connect, but that's a stretch. shall we move on...?...okay.
though i am a shell of myself, if you were to catch me around town, you'd see a huge smile. i dont like to be seen as a mopy, which is a coincidence. Lord knows i have greater things to smile about and appreciate. the fact that i am able to sit and be happy at the thought of being happy makes me smile. i love to smile, as many of you know. i am more happy than not. humbled at the love i receive, the chances ive been given, the guidance, and the want/will to teach/share with others makes me content. i love it. though times are rough, i continue to love hard. can't stop, wont stop. the Lord blessed me with these sleeves and i wear them proud. How can you not be happy when the Lord is so loving, great, caring, understanding, everlasting, reaching to YOU when you're down? man, take em to church, young blood. *drops mic*
Peace and Love.