What a time, what a place.
New horizons, adventures, recklessly running, flying forward –
An unkempt fire raging below.
Bobby Valentino and Juelz Santana on heavy rotation,
The Copa packed out for Wisin y Yandel on a holiday with no school the next day,
A mix of strict rules and teen angst in the halls at school,
a crux of firsts, new highs and lows,
dirty jerseys, frigid, bald, grimey football fields,
a cold hardwood stage hosting many a shared warm gaze
Wild tightrope walking, metaphorically speaking,
The whirlwind kicked up to a higher category,
While I, the eye of the storm rolled along blindly with the new norms
of a new phase through the old streets I already knew,
Gears shifting under my hood while I truly bloomed,
walking through my hood in a preppy sweater, untucked shirt and flashy looking laces on my suede hush puppies
The world felt increasingly magical, frantic lightning storms in my mind were sending me to new emotional extremes,
little did I know it was much more to it to turning 16 that was on my horizon. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 