date: Tuesday, March 10, 2009 @ 11:38 pm
title: Grow. Black & White.
I want to be like you.
Think like you.
Be like you.
Talk like you.
Take away all the verb at the front
Switch it to a pronoun.
I just bought 3 black bands and 3 white bands with my bro.
It was like a purchase done out of a long period of pondering and wondering.
Why. Why I am so taken by it, everytime I pass by 77th Street.
Why. Why there is this thing that tells me that when I buy it and wear it. I will understand.
I did. I got it. Paid for it. I tore the price tag.
I squeezed the bands across my hands, around my wrist.
Anything? No. Nothing.
Hmmmm. it looks good on me.
Wait. Waiting. Waited.
As I was walking and listening to my Ipod.
I was staring at the bands. Suddenly. Something stucked me.
Dejavu.
I seen this before. I seen the bands colliding as I walked.
I realised why I wanted to get them.
Because I seen them before. Somewhere. Someday when I zoned out. Into Lalala land for 3 sec and back.
I seen this. I understood immediately what I mean to have them on my wrist.
It is the promise I made. The convenant. The vow. The set apart.
I need to be black and white about it.
I cannot remain grey about it.
It doesn't make sense to remain unsure.
Are you in or out?
Are you white or black?
Or are you still grey about it?
To be or not to be. That's the question.
Not to be. Now. Not yet.
Not yet for many things.
Still early. Still unripe. Still not ready.
So I think. Being black and white first.
Is the best poilcy.
They asked too much. They suggested too much.
You know which voice to listen to.
You know which sound of voice to drawn to.
You know.
You know who you want to be like.
Think like. Be like. Talk like.
Dun be distracted.
Just dun. Major not in the minor. And minor not in the major.
Major on the Major. And minor on the minor.
Wear it and Remember it.
Many are called but few are chosen.
Grow.
