Buenas Dias out there! Momma said there would be nights like these. Naw my mom never really said much. In fact, the one that gave birth to me walked out on us when I was five years old. It was my old man that did all the talking. I never did much listening though. The air is thick and getting thicker, there’s a soul in it.Lifes ride is bumpy and it’s hard to hold on. Time to buckle up. Time to put up or shut up. Time to shut up and knuckle up.
I was awake for most of the night, up and down type of shit. Had plenty of alone time with the moon. Me and the man on the moon. We sat and had some good conversation last night. That soul in the air I have been speaking off, yeah it’s him. He is the man on the moon. He is the one that said there would be days like this. He is the one that said the days like those would turn into nights like these. Nights that made me beg, “please”?! Days I wish would never end and the nights that make me realize in order to live I must bend. That Man on the Moon has witnessed so much; his wisdom is never-ending. Will my ears hear it this time though? Sit still and breathe Blackwell. Its funny, he’s always been there, just like that soul in the air has and was. To those of you out there in the grip, I pray. I am Jay and I am an addict! Let me in or let me down. God bless and stay up. I love you and you matter to me!