The past is coming back to me. I find myself thinking of how my life used to be. The simplicity of it all where i was just a kid that had to go to school everyday. Times where i didn't have to worry about paying bills and finding work. But it's more then that. I hear the music i listen to back then again lately. I grow up in a home of classic R&B and oldies because that was real music. I never liked most mainstreme pop music, didn't have a taste for it. But put on classic michael jackson, mary jane girls, marvin gaye al greene and it's on. i find myself thinking a lot about my writings. On napkins and loose notebook paper i've tired to skech out another story and all over the place are my poems.
I think i can feel the mythical wolfie creeping around my dreams still with a tale to tell.
I once was a love poet until i feel out of love. maybe i could come back to that life and find love all over again.
I'm in a battle these day about myself. Do i want to go back to the dream i used to be or try to move forward and become the dream i used to see.
nuff for not. laters
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