My heavy days weigh on me while the rain sprays on
And I feel colorless, like a light grey crayon,
we all run our hamster wheel with faith in the bland ideal
that really we’re going somewhere, but we’re all just staying still,
It’s an icy reality and we’re all slowly melting
So while we’re still semi-solid we swear we’re slightly sub-zero,
Just enough to hold onto our mass,
But there are more times than ever where I just want to relax and not go so fast. – RSM
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
A ray of sunlight reflected off the looking glass and hit me
right on the the left side of my Ray Bans. I blinked myself awake with both eyes open, but
really only one illuminated, still in the same clothes I fell
asleep in. Can’t remember anything, I just feel jaded.
Yeah – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 