flight 705 be the bird…bird don’t quite speak to it in full, though. more like Pegasus how I beheaded these obstacles. could it be that the very desire belittling sleep’s purpose has hijacked MY shit? I just wanna hug my Moms so if she takin me to her let’s roll, but we gon have a lil talk later. I think we both agree that AutoPilot’s fired- word.
I can smell the soul kitchen now…on this flight sitting next to a guy that reads every word I type now as if I cant see him out the periph (that turned his head), get some business folk. yea it’s that time, I miss my family. The day I can take whoever wanna come with me on world tour, that’ll mark it for me, what success be. if i’m not able to be with them AND do what i love most i aint do it then. i could ball out crazy in a major way but if i cant look over at a family face that shit dont really mean nothin to me.
all this love, made it to North Carolina where I connect to Vegas and I’m sitting behind some old-timers shootin the breeze about how they just used to go over to each other’s cribs and just CHILL. Mellow out and talk with one another.
Puts me in the mood to see my Grandmas and Grandpa- say word. lookin forward to making my rounds. this is the perfect opportunity to appreciate even more my situation in Köln, being away from things tend to rekindle what it’s worth- for me at least.
I’m sort of an elder with my self in a sense….I’ve now taken the naive child inside as my mentoree. lots of energy, this kid. special powers of kindness n shit. as much as he’s learning, he’s teaching me as well. i figure we’ll meet halfway to where we sharpen each other’s sight within.
startin to really see who’s really who as the pendulum swings, masks made of wax don’t stand a chance around me.