Honestly, I still dont understand why people actually believe my writings sound like a cry for help. #dailyrhetorics

I asked why blind arrogance was barbarically worse than judgement and saw lips talking louder than the blindfold was ever tied tighter, shoulders speaking on behalf of the mind, and eyes; creating from what your ears say about me.

I never said I was better than you
Sanity I never claimed, Could it have been you verses you all along, and the words you exclaimed
and recited to yourself? Because
I was always I,
I was never me.

Can I be more personal about this?

This is to inform you that I have offically left the Gitem Sitem Team a few days ago for personal reasons, and I wanted to thank the team for the journey. I've learned so much and gained alot of perspective and friendships.

Ofcourse I'll still be performing my work the same way (if not more) at the beautiful open mics. Thankyou GS 😊

For those who can only listen to it through Apple Music or iTunes and also want to contribute, I'm glad to announce my EP is live. 🧢 Buy now

I'm not your weekend guidebook,
nor am I a get away you don't want to admit
foul magic, and a mirror you turn
when it only best suits your desire
to free you.

I’m not your stepping stone,
nor do I bridge your reality
into a world you were never ready to understand
while I fight to convince myself you are who you say you are
until that day you decide to come around
because you finally saw you and who I really am.

It's funny how I want to write about hate in a world where love is glorified and well....non existent. We fool ourselves and we keep doing it even more for the sake of momentary peace, a peace that only lasts a present that is clouded by years of self-deceit because we long to rest from all the running, and boy did we run far.

Now the challenege is to live one's truth. Not "the" truth but 'a' truth, a life of honesty so illusions stay beyond the borders we decide to draw.

Ironically, not as easy as it's mirage.

Maybe some roses need to die.
Sometimes there are some things that can’t be excused in the name of love. They remind me of how human I am, and I don’t want to change that. Maybe I won’t have to. Maybe I’m still clenching on to bits of hope, maybe I don’t want to, because I’m tired of ripening bitterness into a rosy genesis. Maybe I need to move on.

Hugs lost meaning, it seems
crying it out restrained
Empty aches that once held the world
hard to take a breath, harder to breath it out
by something still holding you back
maybe I was a fool for trying to heal with an exhausted heart.

2020

What is you and I? We’re living in world where we learn and become, some trying to break free from what they know, some still have no clue, pressure turns to resistance turns to the same trap, and here I am, trying to share parts of me from parts of the world..nothing is there by mistake or because it looks nice. Starting to wonder again so I turn to what I know, since I don't know what I don't know, turns out...I've been bleeding and I was not alone.

2020

I wanted to share some stuff I had written in 2020 that really got to me. Man, that was some year. Really shaped who and where I am today.

Performed at this year's RYLA
Met alot of inspired, interesting thinkers who helped me understand myself in ways I didn't expect. Forever grateful and I'm not just saying that and I'm grateful for that itself. 💙
📸 @michael_mankira

If I hung it on a wall you would give it a price.