Moments of truth, as we sat in your car on a hot Saturday afternoon, I told you "A year ago, I felt the calm before my storm..." the calmest calm before the hungriest storm... You look at me with an honesty in your eyes I've seen it many times before in fact, You tell me I've matured since then, you're happy for me, and that you're proud of me. I didn't need your confirmation about that though
Laying on my bed on a scorching Saturday; I don't wanna waste my money this afternoon on something I could get from my friends with ease. These Bluetooth headphones better do me good though. I spent $25 on it this morning and saved the rest for tonight or perhaps the next week.
South of the border of my fingertips, there I made peace with you; not because you mean anything to me anymore, but more so because it'd mean something to me now. Digging through wooden crates before Saturday, it's not liquor that I'm looking for
People take it personal when you no longer fit into the box they created for you in their mind. Don't let that stop you from growing. Don't let that stop us from growing.
5:50AM in mid-November; When the sky is just the right shade of light and dark blue, the lack and movement of clouds become noticeable, and the music feels so much more sombre and eerie.
Skip Bayless and Stephen A. Smith were the greatest duo in Television Sports Journalism. They were the Jordan-Pippen; The Wade-LeBron; The Shaq-Kobe of sports journalists for ESPN.
I saw you with a stranger the other night. We didn’t greet each other. I know you're leaving for awhile sometime soon though, and I really cared about you. I still do too. I can’t help but feel like I could’ve done something us. I can’t help but feel like I should’ve done something us. … Continue reading Older and Newer at 2:27AM
Dreaming of a Malibu summertime in the dreary urban rain. I don't know how I felt about you last night but I have to keep it moving on in the morning Always. Lately I've seen through the canvas of your eyes, the mirror in your lies, the distance between our lives. You don't have to … Continue reading November Sides
The subtexts of my actions and intentions are that of generational minority struggles and a love/hate relationship with the universe and everything it’s given me. It connects me with my closest friends who share similar contexts and ideas. As I finish another listening session of Kamasi Washington’s “The Epic” album, I’ve come to accept that … Continue reading LET