what's poppin, peoples. okay, a couple years ago, my mother died. i thank ya'll soo much for archivin that. i meant what i said about all of ya'll bein my fam. i wrote this a little while ago. it was during a time where i wouldnt sleep for days. i was cryin and gaspin for air when ever i would lay down in bed. things are still hard for me. i still dont sleep as much as i need to, but i'm a little better, ya know. i'll never get over it, but i'm maintainin. so....enjoy


good evening, good love
sorry about last night,
my tears burned too bright,
sorching your sweet voice that was sent here
to repair
my heart as i write "I miss you"'s in the air,
for a moment, i said a lifetime of "i'm sorry"'s,
worsen my deficit of things out of my reach
in hopes to be forgiven,
but all along, i'm missing
that it's not about mistakes, we all make those,
but like you said, it's about ya mindstate and intent
by opening doors that are closed,
i guess bridging the gap
is apart of that,
and the bridges we burn
are similar to visions and disconcern
about thoughts that were abruptly adjourned,
without evidence being clear and firm,
even spirits can rise from the urn,
with the lost of you, your seed was set to fire,
but a phoenix is about to rule the empire,
i see now that you and god had a plan,
i'm a multi-millionaire of words
and you were always my nomber one fan,
so though these letters may not find ink,
they're etched in my soul for you
to read whenever you please

"There is nothing more poetic, but depressing than a male writer" -yours truly