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Posted On: February 3rd 2021, 04:26 am
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Cookin for Hook
Have you ever felt like it’s only happening to you?
Yeah... me too.
And so did she that Tuesday. On the fifth month of quarantine.
Sometimes the most important lessons come in instants.
She moved in with her dreams and the strength of who have lost everything.
She ventured out west because the north was too cliché, She found herself.
I don’t think she was ready for the story she was going to write, but she wrote it.
The feeling was… too close. It felt personal this time.
I called her that morning and said - I’m in
What is there to loose... That day we needed to leave - escape the isolation we called home.
That place the size of a box where we packed all our dreams and desires.
We packed EVERYTHING into a tiny car and head east.
And we drove… and we kept driving… and we drove some more.
We drove until we hit the 15 - a decision was made and we took the exit.
oh… but we thought about doing it - what is 4hrs east on the 15, nothing but Sin.
Instead we chose us, we needed that.
On our way, the energy, the air! felt heavy
At one point our tone was so strong that we succumbed to silence, we needed balance.
That night, she cooked. I watched and we ate.
As we broke bread a weight lifted off, the purity of her feelings took charge.
She led me in to her most honest thoughts and experiences, her life.
She’d cook for the influence, those LA locals. She’d season the most powerful and has a sense for right.
After a moment of pure honesty, her feelings about time came after her…
Why sometimes we feel deceived, yet we really are blessed.
Is the choice, to put ourselves first - it sounds arrogant.
And yet conflicted by the thought of being selfish for breaking the mold - it feels right.
Her mother didn’t had a choice back then.
A first generation with the privilege of choice, but one that we couldn’t fully understand.
As exciting as it seemed at one point, today... I wonder if it’s really what we wanted.
Have I known - better yet, understood who I was, would’ve I dare to venture…
A mile long conversation about how our parents spared themselves so we could.
And now what?
Fucking hook.
#mysteryschool
Have you ever felt like it’s only happening to you?
Yeah... me too.
And so did she that Tuesday. On the fifth month of quarantine.
Sometimes the most important lessons come in instants.
She moved in with her dreams and the strength of who have lost everything.
She ventured out west because the north was too cliché, She found herself.
I don’t think she was ready for the story she was going to write, but she wrote it.
The feeling was… too close. It felt personal this time.
I called her that morning and said - I’m in
What is there to loose... That day we needed to leave - escape the isolation we called home.
That place the size of a box where we packed all our dreams and desires.
We packed EVERYTHING into a tiny car and head east.
And we drove… and we kept driving… and we drove some more.
We drove until we hit the 15 - a decision was made and we took the exit.
oh… but we thought about doing it - what is 4hrs east on the 15, nothing but Sin.
Instead we chose us, we needed that.
On our way, the energy, the air! felt heavy
At one point our tone was so strong that we succumbed to silence, we needed balance.
That night, she cooked. I watched and we ate.
As we broke bread a weight lifted off, the purity of her feelings took charge.
She led me in to her most honest thoughts and experiences, her life.
She’d cook for the influence, those LA locals. She’d season the most powerful and has a sense for right.
After a moment of pure honesty, her feelings about time came after her…
Why sometimes we feel deceived, yet we really are blessed.
Is the choice, to put ourselves first - it sounds arrogant.
And yet conflicted by the thought of being selfish for breaking the mold - it feels right.
Her mother didn’t had a choice back then.
A first generation with the privilege of choice, but one that we couldn’t fully understand.
As exciting as it seemed at one point, today... I wonder if it’s really what we wanted.
Have I known - better yet, understood who I was, would’ve I dare to venture…
A mile long conversation about how our parents spared themselves so we could.
And now what?
Fucking hook.
#mysteryschool
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