yo

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

i never composed a post with no intial idea.

feels, .. well not .. normal.

i do not get this blogging thing. nor do i get .. this writing thing. & then again i do. i love it.

#mixedemotions.

sometimes i just want to do what is expected and go to work .. and just work. go to school and have children.

i really want to travel the world though. i want to have the means to do so.

i want i want, i want; and I WANT. what do i need?

i know i need love, and yeah .. love.

love; to search for love. to travel the world and search for love from strangers, to find love from being happy and to find peace. to see the pros and cons of every direction...

is that obtainable though?

hmp, yeah .. this was pointless i am back at square one.

so everything in life is just becoming more appealing.

i lied; relinquish. spin off. shoot it....

indulgence

let us sit around and hold a gun to YOUR head

 

let US tell you what the last man has said.

 

RANDOM AF.

 

cut the shit.

 

pat it, a few times that is and then swtich; pat; a few times. gotta pack it. 

"rip the paper off Jo."'

 "nigga whooool up."

 "let's make this shit pretty; light it up."

 "yo, Bei; this square is so sweet. for some reason.."

*a few laughs out loud*

lite

 

 drivvveee offf.

 

it's been a minute since we heard from ya. she said that she was patiently waiting.

 

 

left it at that. & then we met up.

sat on some type of stool and got introduced to a young man.

 

"you wanna square too?"

 

as we sat there and explained on why he should not indulge in such an off brand sin; we puffed. see, we could only continue to enjoy the satisfation of knowing he could not feel a portion of this box.

 

we stated that it was a bad habit, yahh.. the basics. he picked up speed; we gained certainty. tones rose and voices changed. i coulda swore Bei looked at me and then got up to yell. to conform; i stood. this man ran. he sprinted for his life as if we were charging at him.

 

what was this? was this a sublimnal message from Life telling these young souls to quit?

 

overall; i miss my nigga man.