p.s., i’m lactose intolerant but i really like greek yogurt. i usually eat yogurt because it’s painless dairy, but i just tested that theory and it’s not painless anymore.

might get the munchies and eat all the yogurt
used to get high in my grandma’s toyota
i was so reckless and ratchet – i know it
pushing the limits is always a motive
thats how i keep going & going & going
attention span slowing, stimuli more potent
a fountain of youth that somehow’s all-knowing
master of my makebelieve, santigold told me
nobody will ever see things exactly as me,
all of time, this beauty is mine
these eyes mirror my vision
these thoughts mirror my subconscious
these actions mirror my confidence
this energy mirrors my existence
this strength mirrors my persistence
its thursday, 1:34AM on july 6
weekday friends live overseas
weekend friends live in shibuya
thank god its thursday, right?

i’m not being extra. 

had a beautiful cry 

like i had a blade dragged into me to remove a dormant cancer that was hidden & resting but in great magnitude. 

before this cry, i had a productive day.

i laughed and smiled.

i worked on new projects. 

i saw people who i admire.

i had endorphins flowing through my body.

i had a cry @6A after a bike ride home during a call home to my grandmother. 

it was like blockage was removed and resting pain that existed inside me exited in bulk, in the same vain of my living joy. 

i could see myself screaming as babies do when they become aware of the vast world – life replanting me from my comfort zone to one more visibly boundless.

my grandma laughed and said i’m perfect. 

i’m fine, thanks. 

who knows how to feel?

who knows how to deal?

who is made to kill?

i just reach higher.

permanent resident in the sky.

another motherfucker cannot

tell me how to be.

mother earth is dying.

there is no denying.

why am i not crying?

the spirit and quantum

makes me see higher 

than than my eyes.

i take things day to day.

pray with every breath.

prepare for a reality 

of this world with nothing left. 

i say this all with love.

are you fine?

i’m fine.

may / 

Cooler than a cucumber / Flipped the pillow though / But there’s no need / Hands shaking when you touch there / You keep going / Windows run with water drops / Eyes are the windows to the soul / It’s a sun shower / Might not have noticed / On the other side of those 4 limbs / Haven’t seen you for some time / Was only warming up.
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He said I smelled like earth / He asked where I was from / He felt Atlanta or Harlem.