Words and music notes bouncing around my head,

they keep floating but when I try to speak I get the choking.

The words never come out right so I walk away from my passion sometimes

with a bitter taste and despite, filled with doubts and insecurity. Not believing in myself, not trusting me.

Like I said I failed myself because I'm not suppose to fail, but when I get the time to actually think I inhale and then exhale just like the movie say do...

But what am I suppose to do when I get the guts to actually walk up to you and say "I'm in love with you". You been there since day 1. You were the one that got me tripping for real son.

A letter to music, I know I got a gift to use it.

I may walk away sometimes but promise you I'll never abuse it. With all love respect to you music.

April 12, 2017 (1:55 a.m.)