I find it so immensely defeating I’m not able to ever FULLY explain myself. Almost everything I do always needs an explanation it seems recently. Am I just THAT person? Or do people not see the explanation in the art… I go through a wide range of highs and lows riding proud on my high horse as the headless ghost, I speak before I think sometimes my heads a ghost, I entertain this type of shit when all my highs are low, Ever sense a kid just I wanted the greatness, Not to be famous just to be a creative, I wanted to be understood like I understand all the greats I looked up to, when my head in my hands, I know I said I wouldn’t quit But I’m close to the edge, I don’t know how to cope with this Might abandon my fans, I’m almost 20 now and I don’t see how this will end, 2 decades later and there still ain’t not enough said, But it’s ok though, You gotta wait though the storm to see the rainbow, Ima chill under willows and watch the leaves blow. -triple777
“Who’s the one that makes the story right?
Who’s the one that holds your hand and tells you it’s gone be alright?”UNJI
There is no will to follow come, I’ll show the way Ill make light night and mid day morning is hollow I’ll cry tomorrow while I’m crying tonight I lost my mind I’m not thinking twice and now I’ve lost my perception from it, not I, not me Take it from stock “you can try but admit you can never fuckin pass us” This voice on page That proves who the writer is - not one thing makes sense - or is connected yet it stays obsolete and ephemeral Nonsensical life of these mortals along side these live the creeks, hills, sun and wind the fire is not within. the world doesn’t even spin, it twirls and the string it’s held by is unraveling. -otbgskye