divided we'll fall. Big surprise, another story on my live feed. A cop shootin' at a youth, hope he don't die, please.  On his knees, hands up to the sky, freeze. You might see race, but a death is all that I see.  In my conscious I've been caught up in a struggle.  It's hard to love myself, when we all barely love each other.  Quick to film another hurt, as long as we won't get in trouble  It's this distance we create, so we can stay within our bubble.  We walk alone, not concerned with if the path is right.  The aftermath is tragic, if we only see in black and white.  I read between the lines, so maybe Ill perceive a crack of light. Illuminte this after#life, the passive in me has to fight.

devil in disguise Things come and go, but yo it's nice when they stay.  Apply your pressure to gas, but always passive to brake.  I've met a million smiles yeah, but nearly half of them fake.  Proceed with caution, even crosses hang from necks of a snake.  I set my mind free, shook the shackles and cages.  You are you and I am me, the final scene separated.  No more forcing our course, for its war that it wages.  Guess Im finally to the point I probably wouldn't if I could change us.

clairity. I started to write you a song the other night. I titled it "I won't give up on you." It was beautiful. Each line capturing an essence of you within. Honesty bleeding from every letter. Never before had things been so clear. Ironically... I gave up on it, too.

moments. My mind is scattered out as far as my eyes have seen in this short #lifetime. Stretching vast miles along the ever changing scenery these aching joints have traversed. Chasing the branded promise inside my head to go wherever I must in order to find myself, who I am and where I belong. It's so not much about where I stand anymore, that used to be my biggest concern. Not only geographically, but with others as well. I always found myself losing seconds diving into the depths of if I matter to them in the same way they do to me. As far as I can see, I didn't. Which lead me on the path stricken with this very present sense of wanderlust. You see, you could be standing in line for the bathroom inside a crowded bar, or you could be inhaling deep, the cool breeze of a secluded mountain top. But neither of those places represent where you stand as a human. Yes, they're where you are, which is not to be mistaken for what you are to yourself. I have by no mean found myself. Each day, like a wave, breaking the shores of my thoughts and disappearing in a new way. Leaving behind fragmented bits and pieces that I sometimes collect if one is to catch my eye, to be stored on a shelf for future analysis. The further this journey takes me, the more lost I've actually become. It would seem as though the beauty about getting lost, is forgetting why you're even running in the first place. It's the pure bliss of being alone in a moment, forced to pull out what little you can from it. It's drowning in a ocean of doubt, but grasping onto that small piece of reassurance you see floating on the surface. I really never would have guessed that this is how I would end up. Restless. Yearning to discover and witness as much as I can. Despising routine, avoiding a majority of comfortability and replacing it with the unknown. Who knows what storm will litter the shores tomorrow, but as for today things are looking pretty clear.

framed. I painted a picture of, all of the things I love. And I fell into, all the shades and hues. That I've lost in me, but Ive found in you.