Let It Be Beautiful

Remembering every conversation we had back when to the rejoin, now as adults…
Like yo I’m still on the trick shit getting tricked just praying for real…
Like yeah that shit real, I guess, I get that much
Just not how it’s supposed to be
And then those moments of finally, then gone again too many times and enough to fuck with any trust I had held for anything pretty much forever
Remembering that one line “remember what we said that day?”
Well hell that was Cesar’s war and I’m fighting so hard not to be the one out of touch any more
Even though it’s easier… like getting shot and how death was so easy
It was the defrib and coming back to life that hurts so much
To stand alone and witness it all with nothing but assumptions and everything else I’m against… and such

(Discharge day 8.14.17)
Crazy that it was 8 years ago