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"...amen."

Houston we have a night flare. Broadcasting to the sky breathing 8, 9, 10 amen while I contain it all in, sighing “everybody wants something”. Today I’m feeling flirty, I’ll be flirting with you all shortly. Since I gotta keep the happy persona even for him, he ain’t ready for the real thing. Surfing aerial views of the world, not one of them ever will be. I just want to breathe. Layers of my ancestral millenniums have rolled down my cheeks for not accepting who you were the first time, I failed to believe. Even when you screamed and failed me I creamed in the thrill of being challenged and I often harmonized with disguised melodic plays that was insinuated to confuse my decisions. Splattering black paint all over my pastel palette. Speaking things to fruition with blurred visions left me seedless. Praying more for you than myself, discarded peace in me. Who was praying for me by the way? Years in and it still wasn’t you. Telling god I’m delaying my dreams for better opportunities and better tools trying to convince a truth we both didn’t believe in because it was to protect you, Mr. Bad Moves Accompanied with Sad News. Talking to the universe.. 8,9,10 Amen. If my clock ever goes past 10 know I wish for the same thing every time. Every 11 to hold a Mac 11 inches away to fade like the Teyana’s and Kanye’s and encounter erotic ghosts holding their own masquerade at the Brothel of Broken Dreams. They’re laughing proclaiming who shows their face anymore... anyways? 11:11 in love to live gracefully in heaven. Every 11:11 I’m wishing for the same thing and at first it was you, now it’s me. ReplyForward