it's okay, right? cause in due time, it'll almost be springtime.

i watched the new A24 movie The Drama, and so glad I remembered this convo I had with my shawty frauke

me before a detty decemebr dj set in Cape Town. i was so exhausted from my travels, down in the dumps after blocking t****, and lowkey not wanting to go to the party. but s** gave me a real nigga pep talk, i drenched myself in my chanel N°5 perfume, twerked in the mirror and then we got in our uber to head to the function.

i woke up with a tummy ache, partially from it being another month of my uterine lining hoping that i’d mate and bake mi a little Blake or Jake, and probably not by mistake but from lots of love, swaddled in agape.

but it’s crazy how the simple thought of you, can coddle my minds pondering mission to tie the knot with you or i guess anyone who would have been next in the queue. hmmm wait amanda that’s probably a clue!

like a blood clot that knew in just 28 days time, it’d be happy to have a first row view of sliding down the walls for someone new.

and it’s crazy how i would have never knew, we’d both try to play a quick game of fastball and eventually both throw a lowball, and in the end i would be left seeing you as a scumball. crazyyyyy right…

right, right, righttttt, yeah you’re always right amanda.

although you feel your throat close in a little more tight, when you tell anyone the story of that night you met “mr. right”

or how you laugh in spite or maybe fright…of the mental love marks that cites the beit you were building for “mr. right”

but stillllll something don’t seem quite right…

cause I told you, I wanted to close that space between us, yet i hate to admit it i still sometimes crave you like fructose when there’s a drop in my glucose, and but then i remember I should cuss you or yo—

wooo brooo

just breathe yo

breathe

breathe

b r e a t h e,

yeah you don’t always seem to breathe you see. although you feel free as the sea, you still sometimes feel you’ll drown when you let things just be as they please.

and surely you don’t have wings, but it’s crazy how a fling that makes us swing and cling can surely also be the thing that makes our hearts sooner or later ache and sing.

but it’s okay right?

cause in due time, it’ll almost be springtime.

damnn two posts from me this week, this might be too gluttonous hehe. until next time earthlings, peace and love <3