I dance around my room to jazz rap
Im in a good place
I feel good when I talk about myself
That’s why I start every line with I
Im a hedonist
I cant get enough of myself on Sundays
The sun leaves me in a daze
Its been gone for a cold winter
I felt warm when I stood in the cold I felt good when you told me you loved me
I started to cry when I looked in your eyes
I started to feel good again when I had a week off
Who let me feel creative again
Its hard not to feel jaded about how you feel
I felt green when you said she was more than me
I feel like owning up to it makes me a better person but we all know that’s not true
Im writing quantity over quality
I want to make my grand return but I have to sift through all the trash to get to something grandiose
Im trying to write in new books
I want my memory to be jogged
Last year I was writing like a madman
Where is he now
Hes lost his spark
Thank god I have matches and only a few are black
I wish I could’ve translated all my anxieties into thoughts and words but how do I do that when I feel worried about writing words
How can I feel if im afraid to claim my feelings
Sometimes I take it out physically
I brush my teeth until they bleed
Ill spit out the blood and try again
I don’t know how itll translate but ill take a stab in the dark
Plug in the nightlight
Ill see if I can still find the target
Whats the target anyway
Theres no bullseye anywhere in sight
Maybe the target is to create something great
But who knows
Im just dancing around to rap about the water temple