speaking from personal experience, i always thought i could find something more to people than what they choose to show. and everybody has plenty to offer so i thought i could be somebody that they’d share it with. and i don’t know if it’s because i attract scrubs or because i’m in a setting where there’s a lot of them, but i kick it with them regardless. and it’s all chill until the point when you’re trying to have an actual conversation with them, all they wanna talk about is “how fine you is”.. c’mon now, scruuuub.

just watch their words flow. evaporate. turn to the gas that fuels your motivation.

damn, i miss those nights.

at night, i shut my eyes, and drift to dreams

and there, i explode with endless thoughts of you

bursting with novels of what was festering in me

and then i wake up

all over again, i’m speechless

and you were the rose that couldn’t understand the difference.

don’t think i’ve heard an honest thought from anyone in a long while.

it’s like our society’s gotten to the point that we don’t and can’t trust anyone, because we’re all under the assumption that we’re gonna get snaked. it’s a shame, but it happens. however, it’d be nice to meet a couple of genuinely good people. but sometimes it’s not that simple, i suppose.

trust. what a fragile concept. having complete faith in another. maybe it’s because i don’t have faith in people anymore. or maybe it’s because my trust has been betrayed so unexpectedly in the past. either way, that shit hurts. give it away like gold.

when you really take the time to get to know someone, they usually have some amazing shit to say. give it a chance. there’s brilliant people everywhere.

although a wonderful gesture, at times, we forget to recognize how beautiful a person already is.