let my breathing go back to normal.
let the tears dry.
it was only a scare.

Lately, I want to write, but I have writers block. Whether it be a song, poem, book, letter, email, etc. I hate when I have writers block. Because I know I have ideas, and thoughts. That are fighting to get out...but the walls are too thick.

Hello?
Can anybody hear me?
Hello?
I'm right here!
Hello?
I've always been here.
What have you been afraid of?
Huh?
That I wouldn't be there?
That I might turn you down?
Hello?
You should have at least taken the chance.
That way, you would have known the answer for sure.
Hello?
I'm going now.
Don't turn back, this was your choice.
Not mine.
Goodbye.

Save The Drama For Ya Mama.

Time Is Industry

boo.