Return Of Vision

Return Of Vision

I just wonder? Do you ever? Think of me anymore.. Is what I asked them. Not everything we vent on is always based on relationships, but always manage to talk about love. Since being a single woman I could never find the right opinion in my mind to argue over. Since I am a woman I can debate straight off the mind. Like for this topic, coming across my favorite dress black see through, versus a pink ripped top. I need to pull myself closer to the one that’s going to pull me out of pretty and place it in my face. My indecisive mind had left, naturally pretty I will figure it out. Jews were the answer to a problem, my bottom golds on the grillz reflected really hard against my nervous system, but shining from the mouth hitting my heart. It doesn't hurt, my heart was just blessed to feel materialistic gorgeous. But something had left me. Questions yeah they gone, I didn’t know what more to answer myself. It was time to make some changes around this place I call home, or if not, I might leave it all,& never return. Speaking of never returning, it’s hard to drop everything. I got this friend I’ve been friends with for a long time. I always manage to keep our communication up to check on her. They say sometimes when new things come in we don’t look at the old the same no more. Why do we settle for less, and put up so much? My friend is a sweetheart. She will push you right in her door, till when her man was taking it legit, and would push her down on her own door. Putting cold hands on a hot body won’t make you warm. I asked her how it would feel if she were to leave. Her response could only be what if he leaves.. baby let it be. See once we leave situations, our mind is on automatic release but this time has no place to be. Once a good man realizes he missed out, once a friend feels like they missed out on good intentions that could swing their way, if they get the chance THEY WOULD BE BACK.. not sure who intends to play things the good way, hopefully both parts. If they can seek good for each other, go separate ways they would be back.. in good reality.

Most times... Well let me rephrase my truth to be told. This generation has an easy way of getting rid of emotions/ actions that happened. We see the wrong, here the wrong, leave the wrong, but go back. We see broken homes in the arms of the mothers who can’t help themselves to wanna trick their way up. It is one thing when a person is hurt but says they are fine with repeating actions. You guys remember the saying what goes around comes around? Yeah that meaning speaks more than what it says. Your offer is smacked down, it’s maxed out, no longer needed. We don’t have to accept everyone's help. That's ok, why does the taste always change towards the nice way? We do the dirty under the dirt because some of us assume the rain won’t absorb too deep under. I feel everything that’s wrong within me, with trying to fix it I smiled, I looked at my enemy,& asked for a hug. Hugged me,& stabbed me all the way through, like damn what happened we were cool though right? I called you my enemy thinking jealousy could bring it peace. I used to see the sad smiles behind happy ones. Maybe my glasses have a strong glare but those smiles are gone. It was actually a cover up of lies, manipulation, scandals. When coming into interaction with others we put on a front as if we are trying to buy their attention. We act like our normal selves, your favorite person around their favorite is disgusted with you. It’s like who are we really pleasing?? I got a special talent in ignoring what’s not paying me attention, I get the tipping tapping on my finger tips waiting to be looked at like delicious. Waiting hasn't done anything but saved me patience that I didn’t want to have. My feelings inside that felt good have left like completely gone, empty, parched, famished. THEY WOULD BE BACK though in the sense of when they are ready. Seems like we need to do a deep cleansing on material that’s no longer in our style. THEY WOULD BE BACK in style once we are ready to rock it officially.

I guess I will say, I’m never waiting on nobody to give me shit, if I ask for you don’t assume it’s some that I miss. I saw the perfect car with my good chances for it that could work well in my favor, it got sold. I had no more transportation than what my eyes would travel to look around to find the better for me. I had the only day for a perfect self reflection day. Went out to eat and the card bounced. If only I could taste the negative amount of time on this as what I was experiencing. I had a self video shoot at a park with the perfect setting. Nice day, no rain. Every smile would hit perfectly till my camera blacked out. Till the drive I had to save my stuff on was full. Only when my perfect day had started to crumble. To think a perfect picture I came to take would run away. To the point I walked like a model, because the camera wasn’t on I could perform any take. I took action, cried. I knew my day was bad. I was depending on myself to make sure others would see the happy, till where when I wasn’t happy nobody saw it. Days like that makes me wonder when good days come back around. Does the bad ever have an exit? I need to tell my personal body time, to tell the real time you are all focused, your mind just left its normal space to see how other days would take effect. It might not seem like it, but good days THEY WOULD BE BACK. If we never see how the bad goes we will be pressed by the good to always come next, and when it won’t we will feel a mess. Bad days good days THEY WOULD BE BACK..