Havent written in a while..
cant really find the words.. or emotion..
Do you remember me??
I was on top of my game.. Ballin! in almost ever sense of the word with the exceptions of its original meaning .. cause I was always "low on cash" ..
now things don't seem the same.. like when she left she took some of me with her..
left with a shell and a ball of anxiety that is fostered by nothing.
Whose gonna hold you tonight ?
The wind .. invest in a blanket..
This is not a when i grow up kind of speech.. I am grown.. and although I am not expecting the picket fence .. yada yada yada.. I still feel empty .. which is only weird..
cause I expect so little..
Havent hit a open mic in a minute .. lost all faith that I have something "unpainful" to say..
" I loved him .. he left " .. "She was my world... She died.. " .. " I found him amazing , and he barely finds me ...anymore"..
Shit I get nausea saying it ..
looking for the head strong I don't give a fuck girl .. who would cut you down in a second if you even cut your eyes wrong.
I think I am gonna take some time out and look for her...
Brb ..
