pride

it's a sharp feeling below your chest but above your belly button.
you get an aching feeling up and down your chest and your throat burns to the point that if you spoke, your eyes would give it away.

silence is golden


'frontin' is played off so many times that instead of trying to do it, it's something you've mastered. Something that comes automatic, a shut down, a brick wall to save you from the unknown or the assumptions.

Pride is a beautiful thing.

Lady pride will stand by my side
& with my head held high
I'll just pretend to non-chalantly say goodbye.



you look forward thinking you'll never look back but everyone glances once or twice just to relive it for one second, Just to have that one dream that feels so real, that dream that lets you do exactly what you've always meant to and your never embarassed or scared of rejection. That feeling that burns inside of you comes out with a vengeance because sub-conciously you know it's a dream and you want it to last, you want to take advantage of the moment until you awake with disappointment.

So many good-bye's this month...and so much walking away as if not to turn back.
everything happen for a reason..right?