OUTSYDE. (Interlude)

It’s usually when I’m still I find

Some of the stuff that’s still inside

Is reminiscent of Philistines

Still I rise

*deep breathe*

I feel each time, I feel it’s time

to get into feelings time

I project flaws, neglect thoughts

and sometimes even stress more

*deep breathe*

Taping emotions

Given them time to soak in

Happiness stems from joy but sometimes vices

Decide which to use cause next chapter we’re outside, bitch!

Bitch!

Bitch!