Decisions, decisions, decisions….

Sunday.
Just another.
Where is she?
Me.
Remember her?
She laughed in the face of confrontation
She giggled at gossip and guffawed at rumor
She lusted after everything touchable, tangible, gettable
She was gangbusters! An alright doll! The Life of the party!

The Life!

Sunday.
Just one more.
Who is she?
Me.
Can’t remember shit.
Counting the rings on my midriff like a tree.
Thinking back to when I last thought back, and thinking how young I must have been then.
Wishing for a by gone not to be younger but just to have that which I gave up to grow up.
Grown.
The Dream.

Sunday.

Stop.

Stizzop.

Rewind.

Reeeeeewwwwwiiiiiiiinnnnnnd.

Bitch! What happened to you?

You moody ass motherfucker! Sad  because of this, sad because of that

Fuck it!
Fuck him, fuck this, fuck her, fuck all of it.

Now do you remember?

Do you remember me?

I Didn’t give one hot shit.

That’s who you used to be. You used to be alive.

You used to be dangerous. Real. Fierce. Fun.
Sunday is one more day of the weekend!

Wake up!

Live it! Love it! Come on! Come back! Wake up! Be You. Be Us! WE ROCK!

decisions.

decisions.

decisions.