Chasing Pavements.
Rise; Rinse; Rest; Repeat.
I’m suffocating under this circular mindset of every day actions, recycled thoughts, repeated conversations, systematic stimulations. Life is blurring not because of time, but because of repetition. I’m becoming engulfed in flat social remedies, turning three-sixty from mental invigoration, shrinking its capacity to the superficial; shutting the depths of wonder, amazement, and excitement into the past. Hypocritically, I’m years lost, months behind, and minutes too late.
Absent are the gripping passions of non-sensical matters that filled my days and nights. I used to sit there hours on end scrolling through endless pages of architectural designs, urban graffiti art, sick poetic rhymes, independent short films, opinion articles, political satire; I searched beats, rhymes, technology, love, hate, style, taste, the good, the bad, and the fckin ugly. I was DRIVIN BY PASSION; MOTIVATED; INTERESTED; HUNGRY.
WHERE THE HELL AM I AT?! I was a noticeable individual in this place of similarity, yet I’ve now lost the uniqueness that defined me. So much is moving around me that I’m blurring into the crowd, silencing my mind, and flowing with the winds.
Change is here with concrete thoughts as the autumn leaves cover these concrete pavements. Here’s a toast to the season, to change, to redefining, to re-prioritizing, to re-stimulation, to re-instituting uniqueness, to re-charging the passion, to re-facing my goals, to fckin re-direction.
Let’s chase new pavements and do it movin. Simple.
