Interesting thought to be considered…
One thing I noticed about individuals who walk by their lonesome is how frozen their heads are in the rhythm of their footsteps. Their eyes though— their eyes dart almost out of their skulls, asphyxiated, grasping desperately for something to look at. But their minds stay bent towards the direction of their feet and the effort of their legs. And so out of the corners of their eyes they eat the passing figures of recognizable figures while choking away hello’s and goodbye’s. So I urge these trapped souls to unhinge their weighted heads and look about at the trees, the clouds, the moon and greet each and every in-between with smiling eyes and attentive being.
I woke up from my nap and my eyes were really dry.
To the bathroom I applied the eye drops.
Twice I blinked.
They were still dry. Dry and red, Irritated.
I peered through the mirror into my red eyes.
I wondered how these two odd things
could be the window to anyone’s soul—
how those round oblongs show fear, anger, joy, and everything in between.
I saw in my eyes a shimmer.
The magnificence of the cosmos.
A conversation between galaxies.
Aeons of stardust in the twinkling darkness
of a pupil.
And I thought that maybe
the universe is as tired as I am.
You bust lead? So do I.
Except mine impregnates the page giving birth to thoughts that unify.
You fuck little girls. I make love to women.
My words uplift, yours are poisonous like venom
I’m an M.C. You’re a rapper
I’m as real as they come,
while half the guys you idolize are just actors
I think English tests should feature hip-hop verses.
There are no bounds for how tired I am of working in groups and the disappointment thereof. I should just try not caring just like how everyone else seems to do.