so. i decided to do a lil summer cleaning.. im half way through the age of [20] still feeling likee i got excess BAGGAGE from shit i dont even fuck with anymore.. so on this cleansing tip.. im jus twistin up these loose ends like a swisherr.. settin that shit on fire.
[i aint burn bridges until now]. smh..
anyways--
i go to my much neglected myspace. smh idk ... it was too surreal. inboxx was full of over [2000] OLD msgs. from OLD friends OLD potential & OLD parties.. AND now [0] zip zero nada
anyways the point was--- my inbox said. [7] msgs. meaning i aint read some shit.
-- so now while im deleting.. im sittin here dying to read wha i havent read.
delete.
delete.
delete.
- damn that curiosity.
&& low n behold what i find.
ignored msgs from a "scorned" EX boyfriend. that i havent spoken too in at least a year. and havent myspaced in at least[2].
-- im not gonna go into tha depths of this dysfunktional relationship.. however [2] things came about whilst <<<>> reading those last 7 hate filled msgs.
1. the [re]realization that I AM and WILL ALWAYS be ME.
----- simple huh?
2. words, words, words, aha at least 3 poems shat themselves out my mouth.
---- gross i know but shit.. idk any otha way to say it.
the end
[[ wit twin.. so im out]
poems next blogg
---pce
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