I Dream

I dream of the days I don’t have to cry nomore. Days i’m not tired and the bed don’t feel like i’m just sinking for hours and hours to the floor. Days I can find success in the things i’ve always loved and wanted the most. I dream of my loved ones coming back, to crack a couple crawfish for a feast to sit down for. I dream that I can one day relax. I grew up so fast, it just makes me feel like i’ve done all the work I could but there’s still so much I lack. These days aren’t like yesterday, a lot of the same conflict but not the general gist. I don’t want to back out and quit but get this. In a lot of occasions, this life shit feels overrated. I coast past by results and when the test will be graded.

There’s no sun shine out today. Tomorrow it may come. The last time May approached, I lost the love one… who didn’t feel that shit I bring to our big wide table. Took us a minute to realize, but we was two mfs mentally unstable. It cost me my next relationship, I wanted to fix me in a short time but couldn’t handle the label.

Told this girl I loved her but knew those words weren’t meant for her, digging myself a big ass hole just to get buried in more of my own troubles. This new city has its own breathe of air. I don’t know if I’ll be able to inhale when I got my past hangin on to my mind, ready to rain down when the light is gone and i’m in the clear. It’s growing on me though, unbothered with the disruption.. not when I got my honey near. I dream of the moment that day comes again, it being so far away.. is what I fear.