bobbysketch

It’s been almost seven months and why can’t I get it into my thick skull that you can’t expect a person to act the way you want them. To instill all these attributes, to conjure a memory that never was, none of this is helpful.

Where’s your self respect man? You deserve better than playing Mr. Safety. Why waste the limited time you have on some girl who wouldn’t care if you’re around the next moment. Until you want better, you’ll get what you have asked for; idle in stagnation, road to nowhere.

Remember when you gave a damn? How things were never that bad, and you were always able to overcome the obstacle? It’s not too late.

Do what you have to Malik. Now.

Overly-planned, the burden of this commitment grows
Traces of doubt linger, but for how long.

Faithfully leaping through obstacles, fear, love.
Opportunity’s cost is our greatest expense.

What must it take to prove the future,
Certainty is un. Unforseen. Unknown. Unconditional. Understood.

Faith. It’s roots deeper than the seeds of Adam. Err is indeed our genesis.

Pride swallows us whole. Prevents us from truly loving. To give ones self up. To be brought to nothing for faith, for love is the self actualization of our souls.

Love. Wholly. Completely. Unconditionally. Is what I have to give. Dare I ask for it in return.

Humility is a gift. It’s prevalence minimal.

At the verge of fail. Approaching the border of eternity. I look across the landscape and see…