What happened
What ever happened to the days where communication was easy? No motive, no pre-assumptions, no discomfort, just genuine interaction.
What ever happened to courting? Spending time with a person of interest without putting the individual through trial tests.
Whatever happened to organic connection? Where days become nights losing track of time due to laughter and genuine relationship building.
Whatever happened to kaleidoscope dreaming? Scales of a unit joined together without force, over sexualization, learning to love based off pure support in each other.
Whatever happened to having an end goal from the start but it’s filled with positivity instead of negative expectancy? Selah..
Remembering a time where the kiss earned was a creation of butterflies equivalent to equal emotion between two parties.
Reminiscing on days where it was ok to think opposite yet you both understood the assignment was to find a medium and grow.
Generation Z&X…stuck in selfishness, complacency, immaturity, non conversationalist unless evolving around physicality, unity joined already but one party still has their hands and eyes on the sidelines. Negating the prize they have already one.
Selah..bring attention to the Denzel and Pauletta era. Shed light on Moses and Sarah. Rewind the pause caught in the lense view from Barack and Michelle.
What ever happened to going out on a limb trusting a hood one in front of you is worth taking a risk?
We waste so much time on “catfish chronicles” unresolved childhood pain,Relational scars unhealed, leaving open wounds forever oozing ..forgetting what living oneself before you can be loved feels like.
Whatever happened to fighting daily for a love that was prayed for, that feels right , putting work in for things in life you just don’t wanna lose?
Whatever happened to real sacrifice? Selah…
-NESH
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Written on February 28, 2022
Submitted by NeshIsher on February 28, 2022
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