What’s for you should come back right? What God has given you can’t be taken right? Who did I pray to? Who did I pray for? How long do I have to learn this lesson? Why am surrounded by bodies with no ears, eyes or mouths? Do you not hear me, is my suffering my imagination?
I’m stuck in this mindset that is one that cause friction. I want things no one is willing to provide. I throw pieces of me into a fire just to see how hot it burns. Just to see if there is smoke I wilt into ash. Was I really there? Did I matter? Was this a lesson? Did I learn?
This by far has been the worse year of my life so many realizations and discourses within myself. Nothing feels real and I’m starting to acclimate to it. I miss thanksgiving that will never return and that truly never existed. I’m chasing after a ghost that won’t show it self.
people always say I’ve embedded myself into gamecock history and I’m local legend for my sandstorm flip. My answer always is the same. Jobs not finished.