Twisted Dreams
Man can find no better retreat from the world than art, and man can find no stronger link with the world than art.
Love in 2017 has become an illusion.
We love what we see instead of what the other person can be which leaves you searching for you in the opposite of me. I remember back in the 90s when love made you feel good. Like how you were ushered to take it nice and slow only for him to go from a boy to a man when he said, “I’ll make love to you.” Or what about when the edges weren’t that jagged and it was sacred to make a promise. Like Badu, I can go on and on about how much I miss the times when love mattered. But as I look up at this hill named Dru, I want you to Tell Me what happen to that Mary J type of Real Love? You know the kind of love when that lady Tamia was singing, “I’m so into you.” It must be Fabolous! Not the kind of love that creep like TLC but a love like Jon B that made you say, “They Don’t Know.”
I guess I miss the 90s vibe, like Lauryn on her hill when nothing even matters.
We love what we see instead of what the other person can be which leaves you searching for you in the opposite of me. I remember back in the 90s when love made you feel good. Like how you were ushered to take it nice and slow only for him to go from a boy to a man when he said, “I’ll make love to you.” Or what about when the edges weren’t that jagged and it was sacred to make a promise. Like Badu, I can go on and on about how much I miss the times when love mattered. But as I look up at this hill named Dru, I want you to Tell Me what happen to that Mary J type of Real Love? You know the kind of love when that lady Tamia was singing, “I’m so into you.” It must be Fabolous! Not the kind of love that creep like TLC but a love like Jon B that made you say, “They Don’t Know.”
I guess I miss the 90s vibe, like Lauryn on her hill when nothing even matters.
― theprinceofnostalgia (via wnq-writers)
So sobriety didn’t work
i’m a piece of shit that can’t commit to anything
