Image

I'm working on my image. More specifically, the concept of an image.

thats not specific... hehe

I'm fucking strung out.

I'm listening to Eminem, i used to HATE rap.

I got a haircut. My hair used to be my soul.

I never wore basketball shorts and hats. Now i'm reppin jordans and a golfcap.

I used to smoke weed once or twice a week with a good intellectual friend.

Now i'm buying tons of it and getting blazed.

I'm becoming just another lost one.

Tell me though.

Can you see the beauty in my conformity?

Can you see the sad poetry running down my back?

Can you read the lines of the antagonist, while i try to find out who the protagonist is?

Can you just let go of me, while I let go of life?

Control?

pfft

I'm close to giving up

-Cx (sort of)