Basquiat

Someone once told me that… well, maybe, I heard it. On the radio or the television. They said that, “When I talk, no one believes me. But, when I write it down, it becomes true.”

I am the gutter rat that strived to

Died to be

A ghost tied to the wall

There was once

A

Boy who wore a crown

No one could see it

But he could feel it

The weight of the burden was tantalizing

So very early in the morning, before even the birds have awoken. I found you staring at the sun and I got so damn jealous

Why does the sun get to warm you up when I'm right here next to you?