I want to want myself. I want to make some sense. Before I let you in.
My sensitivity aint too sensitive. This world too fraudulent, tryna bury the souls in the dirt you’re hiding in. I devote my life to exposing each and every one of ya, believe this. I’m in for the long haul, l ain’t lying.
Pain is the pathway to Jannah. It’s where you discover God. Your purpose isn’t written in the stars, it’s writ large upon your scars.
My sadness has meaning. I refuse to participate in anything that puts pressure on me to clean that up. I resign in protest. I’ll be fine in this wilderness on my own. My wild heart has found its home.
Other civilizations used their creativity to create what would outlast them. We use our creativity to make the highs last and put the transcendental last and that’s disastrous.
Lightly strumming this melancholy, my body stiff with unreleased melody. To the beast’s ears it’s all noise and I don’t want to rattle it awake.