state yo name gangsta
Everyone is freaking out, which has lulled me into a calm state. I really don't care if life goes back to the way it was, when we will finally return to our bouroughs and not fight amongst them. The bad part is, so many of my friends would go home and I'd never see them again. All I hear these past couple days are doomsday predictions, and even all last night I heard about how we were all gonna die, but what's it to me? I was chillin' wit peeps I haven't sat down with in forever, and that made it all better. I find it ironic how the very people who denounce the streets may be "reduced" to that primal level of being. I can't help but laugh at everyone who hates rap culture, because if their scared prenominitions of the future are true, they will see how life is really led outside of nice homes with landscapers. On the other hand, this is my rant and I think everything will get better. For hundreds of years everyone thought it was the end of time, why should today be any different?
I think about "it" all the time. It's like a constant train running circles around my brain, and the more times it goes around the more thoughts jump on board. I hear everything he said repeated like a lullaby, still feel tears sliding down my cheeks in the darkness. I try to ignore it during the day, but as soon as it's time for bed it comes back. I consider this to be weakness, a pity party, but I also know it's real and something I will never forget. Someone I will always treasure even when they refuse to be with me. Love pops up in weird places, eh? It always takes me off guard when I least expect it, the moment I have everything settled. I'm just thankful I had nearly a whole year to spend with this person. Growing up sucks.
I get the sense we're running out of time. Two or three more years of college and this will all be over. I don't feel like leaving now- there are too many people I care about both on and off campus. It was so strange to be able to go back in time last night, 3 years ago, remembering those fears and frustrations once more. When I was a junior, my brother and friends were seniors. It was when the war in Iraq was kicking off, and they were all sent draft cards they had to fill out or be fined $200,000. It was so scary for me, but even worse for them. Now I suppose new boys will be sent those cards, and new girls will fear for them while falling in love.
I think about "it" all the time. It's like a constant train running circles around my brain, and the more times it goes around the more thoughts jump on board. I hear everything he said repeated like a lullaby, still feel tears sliding down my cheeks in the darkness. I try to ignore it during the day, but as soon as it's time for bed it comes back. I consider this to be weakness, a pity party, but I also know it's real and something I will never forget. Someone I will always treasure even when they refuse to be with me. Love pops up in weird places, eh? It always takes me off guard when I least expect it, the moment I have everything settled. I'm just thankful I had nearly a whole year to spend with this person. Growing up sucks.
I get the sense we're running out of time. Two or three more years of college and this will all be over. I don't feel like leaving now- there are too many people I care about both on and off campus. It was so strange to be able to go back in time last night, 3 years ago, remembering those fears and frustrations once more. When I was a junior, my brother and friends were seniors. It was when the war in Iraq was kicking off, and they were all sent draft cards they had to fill out or be fined $200,000. It was so scary for me, but even worse for them. Now I suppose new boys will be sent those cards, and new girls will fear for them while falling in love.