mannyrwd asked: why did you shave your sideburns now i cant call you mos def's albino son
hahahahaha
My music is changing me.
and everything is happening exactly on time.
Shout out to my little bro, Jeffery, Fate, Michael, Joey, and whoever else made this happen.
"there is an idea of me
some kind of abstraction
but there is no real me
only an entity
something illusory
and though i can hide my cold gaze
and you can shake my hand, feel my flesh gripping yours
and maybe you can sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable
i simply am not there."
some kind of abstraction
but there is no real me
only an entity
something illusory
and though i can hide my cold gaze
and you can shake my hand, feel my flesh gripping yours
and maybe you can sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable
i simply am not there."
— American Psycho
I keep trying to tell myself that there is a spoon.
I watch my feelings as they slowly shift from sadness to feelings of resentment.
Because of who you are, you tell your lies, yet I decide to love you, and hope for the best. Not only for the sake of your feelings, but for the sake of your physical experience.
Because of who I am, I tell my truth, and you decide to hate me. It changes my physical and emotional experience.
I fought on your side for so long, but when the final bell rang, you threw me under the last bus out of town..the same bus you bought a one way ticket for.
you had no intention of excepting me for who I was. I suppose you were in it for the ride. I should have left you alone. I should have broken your heart with my truth when I first met you.
But would that have mattered? your idea of me was already embedded into your ego and into your heart. You saw the “monster” in you as soon as you looked at me.
who told you that you were a monster anyways? who told you that your feelings were evil and perverted in the first place? who told you to kill monsters like me when you see them?
I find myself in between cynicism and faith, constantly questioning if i actually want to see you again.
I am in between feeling sorry for sacrificing my own feelings for yours just to get booed off the stage of life for my own.
perhaps happiness is a luxury in life, like hot water or fresh foods to eat every day.
regardless of what our feelings our in this world. I will most likely die an honest man. How else is one supposed to live out here, after all? Id rather not know.
Not anymore.
"In a society, there is a deep expectation that you will behave exactly like others. The moment you behave a little bit differently you become a stranger, and people are very much afraid of strangers."
— Osho (via sekou)
