Trouble...

I'm not that guy. I made you believe I was because... well I'm an idiot. The truth is, I'm not a player. I'm not a heart breaker. I'm not-so normal but, you already know that. I'm tall, strong, and honest. However, I tend to run my mouth a bit too much sometimes (Usually through texts). I can see you've got your thing going on, I'm not gonna be an obstacle. I've been chatting you up for the wrong reasons. I'm not going to apologize, you know that. I will say that before it gets weird, just take a breather and know that I wrote this because I meant it. So, I'll cool off. But only just a little... because it feels good to burn and lately, I'm on fire.

Melt

I've been feeling it lately. The newness. The change. The difference. It's time. It's time for me. I've got to stop wasting time. I've got to stop texting. I'm back in the game. And I feel it. I feel it deep inside. Everything beneath this post is the past. The sadness. The helplessness. No more. This is a new day. This is a new me. Harder than ever. Stronger than before. Louder. Passion. Fire. Intensity. I am of it. So sing me a song. I'll sing you a better one. And believe me, I can... These are sensitive songs. These are sensitive days for me. I'm being pulled and pushed in different directions. But I wade through waters of pain and misfortune. I wade because if I don't the tide will pull me down. It will drown me. I'll swallow the water and fade away. I'll burn out. Fuck that. These days do not belong to them. They are mine. These are not days of reckoning. These are days of promise. Days of hope. Days of fire. God it's strong in me. I feel it. Heavy on my hands. Kiss me. You'll melt.

There's Still More To Be Done

I'll be working Monday through Friday this week. I have 29 hours this week. Friday is pay day. For this, I am excited. As of this moment I'm broke. I just had to buy the headphones, the mic, the cable, and the sunglasses from Target... I spent the day at Omar's house. Made music from about 1pm until 9:30pm. That's a good day. Lately

I've been feeling different. During my my most recent excursion, I felt the something scratching at me. It was like something was saying "Just go... Go far far away. Don't come back for a while." It felt like something trying to pull me away. It felt good. I feel like I'm a good place to be carried away for a long time.. I want to disappear for a while. Just *poof*

I'll come back. Don't worry.

Something is changing, I can feel it.

It feels good.

Just protect me. Keep me safe. I don't want to stray too far away. I still have work to do. I still have books to read. I still have music to write. I still have people to meet. I still have stories to tell. I still have memories to take. So please, protect me from my doubts. Protect me from fear and worry. Protect me from distractions but, keep them bittersweet.  There's still more to be done.