i didnt kno how i high i could fly; the soul laughed.

mind stalled,

as i wait

for the right

words to come

to me.

“let it flow,“

the mind said,

“like the love,

like the stars

amidst the sky,

only kissing the

night sky and

fading.

release the mind,

the soul broke

the rules of everything

galloping past the

beating heart, nonetheless,

the soul said, you aint stand no chance. imma soul. so long to what you knew. imma soul. find me whole in any plane. i’s flies high. imma soul, man. damn, i be high not like a cloud but like another plane the ones that creep through the clouds, im proud of my nines and gloat about the day ones, dey see me as a one of many parts still bound together by one but loved by many. imma soul. you may not hear me roar but u’ll sense my presence, imma soul, who’s soles have ran in the muck of those who’s luck said, good bye! but not nor a riddance was foreborned in/or around those who boar the weight of running in the dark.

youre gonna know better

im still in a place i dont know;

still yearning, learning and unlearning.

im finna grow.

im trying to reason

but

maybe this isnt my season,

i know theres no excuse

to use none.

im still in a

i dont know;

for reasons to

grow, that learned i have.

father figure

i saw you in my dream.

this time i saw more of you

than last time. we still havent spoke

but i am waiting for the day you speak to me

in my dreams like you spoke to me in real life.

although, i cant recall i know you did at some point; the people told me so. the memories, although fading, let me know you cared while you were here.