So last night we went out. Him in Los Angeles, and I in Santa Clara. As always our nights took turns for the worst. I guess with so much fun spinning around our heads, we spin out of control and get dizzy. We fall on our knees first, legs touch the ground, finally our rib cage slaps against the cement with our hands scratching away for support. But there is none. and the wind gets knocked out of your lungs.
Shallow Breaths, Blurry image, hand on stomach, on the floor
Doesnt it feel good? Pain is sweet, but its not a piece of cake with a side of ice cream.
But no matter what, no matter where you come from or how light your skin is its the same thing
you can always get back up, you can always throw up the cake.
Its a hard road bro but i think at the end we'll be ok
