memoirs of a pianist.

to stop sharing my work until I actually finish a book, or a poem at that.
to stop talking, thinking, wishing, desiring anything that I have the power to achieve.

refrain from saying that I'm a bad friend, cause I'm not the only human that's a piece of shit. we all are.
refrain from calling humans pieces of "shit" because at our best, we are so much more than that.

dream, but not for long. reality is still waiting underneath your pillow.
dream, and tell that one special person that resembles your inner light.

I've made the decision to close myself to Hip-Hop.
I've made the decision, once, to only listen to 93.1. I was six years old.

the world is an addiction, the world is yours, the world is a losing game.
so win. be vindictive. be free for the world that's enslaved.

to stop anything you used to do back when you found comfort in the shrewdness of shackles.
to stop sharing my work until I actually finish a.. fuck.