I’m not so sure she feels so “lucky” to have known and Loved me. Sure she has the relief though. Hank and Karen in such a bad way.
Atticus: The woman that you love is out there and you know you can’t have her. How do you even get up in the morning?
Hank: Well the booze is always helpful and so is the art. Everything that I write is either for her or about her. So I’m with her, even when I’m not.
And that’s really all that will be left. I wouldn’t be surprised if we never spoke again. That’s life. The life I created with my poor decisions. I will say, I don’t think you ever did or would’ve accepted me and all my flaws as I accepted yours. There’s more, but that’s all I feel the need to say now. Or maybe ever will.
Nearly 5 years of fucking up. That’s it. I failed. Over and over again. In the end, I had all the answers, and still I failed. And that’s REALLY it. This is by far the worst. Worse then before by a long shot. Lost my chance at glory. And it couldn’t have been easier to keep it. In the end I learned how much I didn’t deserve her. Cuz it was easy to keep her. And I managed to fail tragically and epically. Goodbye, Love, I deserve all the bs that come my way. You deserve everything I should’ve and was supposed to have given you, but didn’t.
LMAO hit shuffle and the first song to play is “Another Again” *sigh* I’m fucked. I’ll fix it, though. It just won’t matter to olwhatshername … You know what. It ALL matters. I just learned that the HARD way.
Another Dilla Day is upon us. But really every day is a Dilla day. Rest in beats, god.
“I think the world sees Hank as this, fabulous fuck up. And umm, I know that guy. I’ve spent a lot of time with that guy. But I am better acquainted with the other guy. The one that listens and hears everything. The one that looks at you and sees right into your soul. The one that makes you believe in every fucking fairy tale you’ve ever been told. Ultimately, I may not even be the woman who gets to enjoy the man that I know he can be. But I still want the best for him.” – Karen.
When I said You were Karen it was in jest. Little did I know I’d become the man-child who is supremely and constantly fucking up… You know, Hank. Self sabotage. Smh.
“We need to forgive our-fucking-selves. No one is gonna do that for us, deal?” – Hank
Loving you, has been the most profound, intense, painful experience of my life. In fact, it’s been almost too much to bear. As your [partner] I made a vow to protect you from the world, never realizing I was the one who would end up hurting you the most. [and now] my heart breaks, mostly because I can’t imagine you speaking of me with any sense of pride. How could you? Your [partner] is a child in a man’s body. He cares for nothing and everything at the same time. Noble in thought, weak in action. Something has to change, something has to give. It’s getting dark. Too dark to see. ” – Hank
Maybe, just maybe, it’s not too late…
I had read that another rapper died but I didn’t think anything of it. And today I find out it was Doe B!!!! That’s fucked man. He was just comin up. Smh. RIP Doe
Because Jay was born today and Pimp died today. Beginnings & endings are everyday. Possibilities are endless. Open your eyes
Been 6 years since the great Sean Taylor passed. Still stings. I don’t always like to acknowledge the death anniversary, I prefer bdays. But with one of the perpetrators of this crime recently convicted and facing a sentence of life imprisonment I thought it relevant to remember the gawd.
“Never stop writing“. I still do. These are pieces of works. Mostly unfinished. But here’s a small glimpse for those of you who have enjoyed my work. I haven’t fed you recently. There are things to come.
“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”
I’ve seen this a countless number of times. But it’s true. I never thought that meeting you would make you immortal but it has. The only thing about us that will last forever….
Then you wonder have I really let it go? Or have i just convinced myself I have and I’m gonna breakdown again any day now.
Us stupid hopeless romantics. We’re just that, hopeless. Or so full of hope that were hopeless in the eyes of others. So stupid to still believe that one day we will still finally decide to make it work.
We talked about us. And Love
Us & Love. They are one and the same. Well they were… Still are
I say this to say “we were always perfect in moments”. Seems the everLAsting Love we share(d) will only live infinitely in those moments. So now I press on with only the memories left. Searching for the piece to fill the void that only you fit.
5 years since my auntie passed
4 years since I met HER
3 years since the depression.
2 years since the overhaul
1 year since the rekindling
0 time left.