The cracks in the foundations of my life took years to repair. It was left with no acknowledgement or care. Everyday was a struggle as I fought with myself while juggling and living a double life of pretending to be happy when all I wanted to do was scream.
This life is what you make it and how you choose to live is how you choose but every day I feel I got something to prove. No matter what you do someone is lurking in the shadows criticizing your moves as if your level is not a level of success and even when you feel you did your best they always make you feel like you did less.
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself how much of living my life is left? Another hashtag added to the growing numbers of police brutality, modern day lynching is no longer a thing of the past it's a new reality that keeps happening.
Dreaming and scheming on my future goals, nervous but anxious to see what my future holds. I become obsessed with success because I know I am destined to be great.
I find myself thinking of you as you lay beside me, every moment and kiss we share is exciting and enlightening because it gives me a life that I never knew I had.
Let me emphasize and apologize for admiring you, but your beauty is rare. I love the moments we just hold each other and stare at the amazement of one another.