I am the visual, the inspiration
That made Lady sing the blues
I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right
I am the ballot in your box, the bullet in the gun
The inner glow that lets you know to call your sister hun
The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come
And I'mma remain a soldier till the war is won
Seriously tho? I feel like an aging wine. Everyday I spend crafting a fine flavor that most people will never get to experience, and I patiently await the day someone pops my head open so that they may be overjoyed, and intoxicated by its contents. Cheese.
-Flip flops (No, not the kind you wear on your feet)
-Mosquito's, bees, most bugs really.
-That new Nicki Minaj song, they just keep getting worse.
-People that ask how you are when they don't really care.
-My roommate's cat's hair. It just ruins everything.