Enigma || 9
Lost in my own words, simultaneously figuring out my self worth. I am aware but at the same I feel scared. It’s now or never, trust issues can weigh you down but when you truly believe it becomes easier to find who can hold you down.
My ideas are foreign I must admit, you need to see the faces of *mes ami* when I speak. You can’t control the adrenaline so I won’t swing brush strokes to paint a picture on a black broken canvas like my melanin. Pause for second, let me drop that cliché question ; are you living life or living in life?. In my enigma ten, I said some things will never change approximately 25 years ago Tupac sharkur wrote changes.
He died and became a legend, alive he was a thug, gangster, bad boy with so many agents.
Life is fair, life is cruel but first of all Life is a lesson & if you need to learn you have to live it and pray for mercy.
My enigma 9 is far from complex like instructions from our DNA to our body cells. I wrote all these on a bowl of cornflakes, and it sounds like ghost in a shell. Dancing on these lines with thoughts bigger than my brain, I am actually saying something simple to the most complex being we know, think of the legendary scene with rain drops on a poor boy’s window in pain.
How deep is my enigma?.