by an amazing rapper (whom i’m absolutely crazy crazy about)

i know. stupid right? (me, i mean)

There will these days where I can’t promise you the world is kind, or that we deserve what we get.  It’s these times that we want to shut everything out and stop thinking, cause if we stop thinking then maybe we can stop hurting.  I’m sorry I can’t be a better role model for you, I relapse with what I’m feeling so often that its not even funny.  The only think I can promise is that I’ll walk you through this.  It will be ok, it has to be. 

You’re doing great, something I commend you for.  So I never worry much, just know that I’ll be here and you know how to find me.

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

yes i’m happy.

i appreciate the hardest step to take is the first
But by hesitating you’re only making it worse
I can spin some kind of lie for the sake of the verse
But that aint the way I strive or the way I rehearse

—-“regrets” by walter park

i hearts this song and the singer

Into a world I plunge thru my headphones, escape into the streetlight
I begin to believe in destiny when my surroundings in rhythm with me
I’m just a grain of sand walking in a sea of people
I look around me and my name is just someone
For a moment in time I belong
Where my heart beats the fear is gone like destiny
So move with me I’m strong enough to be weak in your arms
Move with me I’m strong enough to be real in your arms
Whispering as I was driving quietly the car was rolling like a bullet
I was feeling the speed moving me faster. Addicted to the rhythm on my ghetto blaster
That’s me supposing that the clarity of thought
Is clear enough to think it’s real enough to touch
The wind on me got me tripping can I keep you next to me
Till the end of the world
Like the joker on the pile never coming or going
The colour of my true cards was showing
Keeping in touch with an idea that I been growing
Trust trust I must trust with my head on my chest
I rest with the rest of the restless