a lot of times i wanna write. write for the thrill of jotting feelings and thoughts while being out of sight. while you read ill recite. but wait, Im still too shy so, I’ll just wirte because i wanna write. sometimes, i lack the drive and inspiration needed to make this right. inspiration is needed for every self fulfilling dream. the dream i see, painting my serene dreams. but more importantly making them, vividly. real. true. here. serene reality. see, its all in what we do not what we say and this may be cliché; very predictable and unoriginal yet truth. and the youth is starting to change, becoming aware and rearranging. are you changing? are we changing? we should be growing as were learning. showing our true colors. not staying the same in brain while we change in age. in other words, in more brilliant, intelligent terms. we shouldn’t keep the same childish mentality while we age yearly. we should grow mentally, emotionally and spiritually, on the daily. fuck the yearly. who’s to say, what may not or what may? Lay lady lay, that’s what he said today. I think i just may be here to stay. Its one life to live and that just what I do. i live. love. breathe. laugh and play. taking life seriously though, because without seriousness there comes no dough. and everyone needs the cash flow in order to survive these hard times. so i rake in my money tree leaves. and i make my moves smartly and gently. i never rush into destruction cause “i have nothing left”. something is always left. something is always better, greener on the other side.
to be cont’d
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