seventyone.

He’s the one that has personified living art. It may be the way that he talks, matching his swag that backed his words up, quickly grabbing my attention. Or could it be the way that he breathes the hustle bustle of our corroding streets, rhythmically in a perfect unison with the flashing lights in the night sky, having me wrapped tightly around his concrete fingers. The spotlight is on you now, and I am your audience. I am transfixed upon your persistence of being the best, only putting on for yourself and leaving those others who can’t keep up, in the dust.