Dear A lot of Things

Dear Alot of Things

I really wanted this to be our little secret but you have shown me hate and love at the same time. What's with the 'hold on, wait a minute' thing? I don't understand your rhyme with time, don't you know my life is on the line? Common, it's been a long time coming of how I have waited to reap the fruits of this labor, this hustle, this thing. You put me up in a Tricycle and told the driver I was in a hurry, did I ever say so? He sped through bumps and tried beating the hold up, distracted my conversation with still blankness while I just stared through the eyes of the world, twice we would have had an accident, but no we didn't.
I'm not even there yet, I have found love in two things but alot of things like you cannot let me have them or even make love to them, are you that heartless? I mean you know I'm talking about the guitar(Garnet) and poetry, don't you know them again? Wait let's even talk about my girlfriend whom we had discussed about breaking up with, because I was like the umbrella she picked up when the rain started, what does that even make me? I too want to feel loved, like the way the sun loves the sky and is known with her.
Remember that in-voice about building me up and motivating my every intention of greatness, truth is I feel detest in you as of now, as of this particular moment, my anger with you are like pages from the book of rhymes, rhythmic to my failure and pronounced with my diction. You make me confuse on words I don't know the meaning like quagmire in axiomatic rains. When will you ever just let me be? Let me write? Let me think for myself, don't you know sometimes I could be as a modern mother who is too busy to get pregnant and too scared to remain ALONE staring into the abyss of her mess up and stupidity? I thought by now I will have a title to my name asides the mister I have become.
Hmmmm the things I want to say can keep going on and on like music in the notes of E, all I am saying is, please and please stop been sophisticated because I still have alot of things I want to write to you about.

Sincerely Yours. . . . . .