in a perfect world in all transparency,
for my birthday weekend,
i wouldn’t be in new yawk.
check the scene:
I’d be traveling to another state with someone.
I’d be getting smashed and sucking dick all weekend.
We’d go see the sights,
I’d buy something pretty,
and I’d come back to new yawk to have a nice get together with friends,
I’d have that freshly vacationed and fucked glo’ while enjoying my folk’s company.
that’s a perfect world.
i have no plans and shit is a wash…
Money is funny,
bills came out,
I’ve gone on a sabbatical from my personal social media,
this delta rona has me on edge,
and I’m not really in the mood to do anything tbh.
i don’t feel like i’m where i wanna be so there is nothing to celebrate.
i’m not sad about doing nothing,
but i’m sadder i’m not at the level to do anything i’d like to do.
Is that wrong?
i am blessed and highly favored.
there are so many people that lovingly surround me.
from the people in my life to the foxhole.
it would be ignorant to not recognize those things,
but for once (or a lot of times) in my life,
i’d like to have a poppin’ birthday like everyone else.
there is always next year.