V for Vendetta

"Hope that we feel this Feel this way forever You could plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather" -Andre 3000

If you're standing on any rock other than the 3rd rock from the sun, I'm sorry to remind you that its Valentines Day. I'm not a V-Day hater, but I am definitely not a fan. Yes, it's awesome to have a day where you can make-up for any mess-ups you might have had during the year. It's like a Mr. Clean 'Magic Eraser' for the heartache and words unsaid that last carried to its end. Other than being assumed to be a "Vday Terrorist", which none other than someone who picks a fight on V-Day so that the responsibility of a gift is nil, I am actually enjoying the day.

I woke up from a light sleep at about 10 am, smelling the sweat lingering from the arduos dream of the night before signaling the time for a shower. Phone laying on the floor and my half-blunt beside it, I was leaving myself clues as what to do with the day. Since my girlfriend caught a titi attack yesterday because it got late and my friend's car got stuck in the snow, I woke up quite angry. Irony, irony, irony, what would I do without you. The reply to my, "Happy Valentines Day, im home btw" text from the night before which said, "Thanks, okay. Goodnight." was still on the screen and the bitter taste of "fuck you then" was still on my tongue.

Even though the day started ugly, a constant influenza of classical hip hop filled the air and broke those barriers. Tunes from Jay-Z, Kanye West, Cam'ron, Outkast, Jay Electronica, and many more opened my mind to the times I was the saddest, to the times my heart took a vacation and my mind drove my soul into an oblivion. That period of time that was still. I became oveerwhelmed and thankful for having what I have. My Belle might tight with me but I'm a Beast that's gonna fight for her. At the end of the day, this girl has taken me by surprise and proved herself- without me asking- to be the person necessary for my life. Her smile came to my mind and my heart continually melts and freezes and melts again like the extremes of the seasons over bodies of water.

I'm not posing to be to a love expert. I'm not trying to receive pats on the back. But at the same time, I'm not trying to be judged, I'm trying to have cruel and unusual standards placed over me, and I definitely do not want to be alone. Today has become a lashing back for treating me like crap the night before. I miss you and no vendetta is held against you.