Thursday, August 15, 2019

Last night...

Maybe it's a lie,
Maybe it's perception,
I felt the friendship die
Back at the reception

You are not me,
I am not you,
Why can't we be,
two friends that stay true?

I like my grass,
You like your brew,
Calling my consumption abnormal,
I gotta give a big fuck you.

I think too much for my guaranteed sanity.
But my overthinking saves me from guaranteed blasphemy.
Whenever a favor from a friend is asked of me,
I become selfless before I serve my own tasks to beat

Drum that beat and strum that guitar
From that week and some from afar
The vast memories of tunes I hum, inspired in the car
Singing my beating heart out, I'm wired to be on par

Excellence is not on my forecast.

Saturday, July 6, 2019

Sunday, May 26, 2019

Rest upon rest ...

Brings nothing but stress.
For rest upon rest, can surely get you no progress.

But one cannot progress to their best without rest.
With rest, your lunge for progress will be your best.

With less rest, comes more stress
Without progress, you can't feel your best

Friday, April 26, 2019

Reality VS Recollection

I recollect reality is the realest thing there is.

When you have REAL recollections of past realities, they're only as real as you make it.

I get told my recollections aren't real, but how can my memory of feels take it?

I get old with collections of "what ifs" and "did i?"s
My brain is essentially trained to fake it.

Make it what you want, break it how you feel is necessary.
For the greater good of our personal universe, is survival of the fittest

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fake it