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plant it. then explain it.

Sometimes you don't realize or understand somebody until the setting and scenario change... Sometimes what you didn't know hurts so deeply, that everything changes. It's like a drop of oil in water, it's that drop that changes everything, that messes with the entire cup of water. It's a small seed that drops into every thought, it's the final puzzle piece that you lost under the couch and finally found. Everything locks in, it all makes sense, and sense makes you feel like you've been living a lie. But then you realize the drop of oil had long ago contaminated the water, and you were only now noticing what you always knew. You knew that puzzle piece existed, and you only noticed the seed because it's flowers had blossomed, it took you long enough to realize, but now, it's evident.

What can I say, reality doesn't hit you until it's a horse slapping you with a frying pan in the face. It's the lie that's always been there, the one you never wish you realized, but at the same time, something you were waiting for all along. It was the moment you wanted to hold onto, the moment you wanted and wished for, but never came. It was the moment you could use as an excuse to mount the hidden feelings and crushed emotions because you simply didn't have the balls to do it before. It's what you've always said to yourself before in hope that you would change. It's the little idea that you planted inside yourself for no reason, the little idea that grew strongly without true logic, it's the little idea that creeped onto every schema you ever had, and now that little idea has a reason, now that little idea has a home, and now that eternal cognitive dissonance has resolved.


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Learning to float

First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit

Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…



It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

On nature's sincerity

I wish I could But I spoke nonsense I wrote it rather To speak it back to you.
The trees spoke quietly I looked from above and smiled The sun tucked away and I hoped It would spill its secrets.
The picture was rightfully painted Had I blinked, I would have missed it. Do not use sincerity It is not becoming of usage.
Learn to become And you will see the world As it was born It will smile once more. x