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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
❤3
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
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
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
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