a lil psst...

from this angle i've come to witness the potion the stirs intent. as beautiful as eyes lost in the mix i notice who thoughts seem to not wanna pretend. and it's a damn shame you've come to know a version of self that hasn't its own presence. i watch how you stare off into the unknown as if wondering of who you are in your essence. question is, where did you go within that you descended beneath the surface of remaining the real you? did you believe in something along the way that you aloud the precious and yet precise pricelessness to your use? if so. only if you knew to be damaged isn't something that should have you buried in the depths that go a lil too low. from where i sit, it doesn't make sense. how is it you've come to the terms of accepting it's okay to liver life numb and emotionless. from what i've gathered in my time of knowing who you cannot see, there's a worth needing your guidance to overcome being halted to the feel. to the motion that moves purpose that shows there's nothing you cannot handle as you need not be made of steel. but, you're the only one who can look in the mirror to admit the truth. take a gander at the reflection waiting to be freed by a friend who hasn't a clue. who has you if you don't? what could be so off centered that the contents that define you are misplaced? it shows in the way your expressions create a display forced when smiling and yet, dead when you collapse inward once again. it's as if all that should be felt is somehow banned. forbidden due to what you've allowed to claim the purity of your heart attempting to simply be. did your mental shut down all source of willingness to adapt to the pain without the pleasure you seek? i hope you awaken before your life passes you by dwelling in the hole in which you hide. bcuz when you pick you head up to tell life, hi. you'll understand these words in the way every one of them are as soft as the wind trying to remind you that you're still alive. in the here and now as you're just not living up to the potential in my sights.

What would be real.?.

If you made your way into my words. What do you believe they’d say? Would I lie to myself and keep the truth under my tongue? Telling pieces of a use I found along the way. Like a puzzle of depths that somehow can’t be put together. If we never make it to the other side. Somehow parting prior to the good stuff. Would you believe what was left in my mind?  Waiting on a miracle so far fetched life seems like a dream. Lost within syllables that confronts a story told. As emotion becomes stagnant and unable to be revived. If my sighs were to ever be so bold. Could you reason with the purpose in between the lines? Seeing through the twisted void that’s dug a hole in my chest. Hidden from anyone else to fall in. Could you hear the way no truly means yes? If I lied repeatedly of how I felt. Attempting to protect myself from the friend I thought I had. Do you know me will enough to realize I’ve given up? Or is it all bullshit so I don’t ever havta face what makes me sad? If you knew it was you that sat upon my tongue. Living as a memory in which secrets I kept. To have you as close to me as I possibly can. Clinging to excursions from a far so I can breathe. Never to be heard for no one needs to know. If alone was better than luv’n someone else. As my silence soothes the feel of drifting along. As if my heart for you didn’t melt. If I said I’ve figured out all I ever needed was me. And that I’m not living in a delusion that rectifies me never to get hurt. Would you remain hush if you ever missed who I was? If we crossed a line somewhere that had no point of return. Just to go back to a life without the thrill. Before the written honesty ever found a voice. Sadly forgotten as a moment shared that I’d keep off my lips. Telling it as a thing of the past that I avoid. Would my words strike a nerve? As you’d hear it in another way. In a raw rare form of denial running from luv. Or is the belief of what it is to become is a unwanted phase? Losing focus and giving attention to another somewhere in time. As fragments left as clues in the direction of the heart are scattered about. Put on display for eyes to figure out who’s who. All without ever making a single sound. If you read a diddle that didn’t resemble me. Knowing what the contents of my chest is capable of. As you listen to me speak in your head of a version rearranged just right. So perfect no one would ever think I’d miss being in luv. Or is the thought of the wonder all this is? To create a scenario so vivid words come to life. Provoking the imagination to ponder of what’s really real. If I just jotted down the results of a few things I keep inside…

No tolerance…

Is it in your natural ability to make die I don’t go without. Even though if you aren’t stopping I don’t anyways. That may put may not sound a bit harsh. But life ain’t that hard to find the details in the single life that settles nerves to create a smile upon my face. Just comprehend the needs from wants. Wrap your mind around how the typical female is every day. Not imagine ever it’s like to be a man when females believe all they havta do is sit cute. Lacking depth to know what it takes to reciprocate the energy day to day. It’s about being you in the way you know how to be. Forcing anything else will eventually come to a good situation churned. I’m not one for someone switching up midway through life. I’m just not interested in a half wit so called woman pretending to be an airbase version of herself to gain access to my ways. Men have it hard enough I’m this world than to allow a dame to sidestep the true interaction of joes opposing genders compliment real intent. We makes do crave a softer touch to ease our s and body from the pressure of life’s games. So missing the point isn’t tolerated to say the least.  And no out doesn’t matter who you are when the heart begins to feel second mature to another that’s supposed to be to comfort of safe. We can maintain and Fuck for life without the misfortune of a self proclaimed girl thinking she’s grown. Fellas ain’t in to the sometimy rituals on display. The look at me I’m pretty it’s only the surface of lusts pleasure that fades in time. Real men won’t feel you leave bcuz there will be no pain. The thing is,  what’s good for us will forever be present bcuz it’s vital to our mindset. We more of a floozy gets in to our mental rhealm there is no peace that can be saved. So correct you roll prior to living up in the presence ofthe likings of an individual in which you’ve never come across. Words and cosmetics ou mean the world to boys goofin for the feel of sexual satisfactions tamed. Dismissal is a raw contradiction to half stepping and that’s the truth. Bcuz I’ma man’s eyes, there’s no tolerance for anything less than ever the above has explained…

Until…

Knowing you’ve never be truly ready for luv. Not until you no longer wanted to be felt. In constant wonder of what it’s like to have someone looking back with that stare. Until the reduction of emotions is no more than a game in Fuck no one plays fair. Sex being the fall back of intimacy losing is feel. Until it in it’s own is all there is bcuz the heart has been stripped once peeled. When the individual lingers into life looking for a chance to live the dream. Until the same ol revolving faces rotate in the depths of the mind’s reality. All in for the getting to what’s good with a no matter what mentality willing to be defined as a real friend. Until it all fades into the pfft section of wtf ever bcuz there’s always an inevitable end. As pure as intentions can be the flow surges through the body that consumes intent to prove self in eyes able to see truths. Until it’s self walking in solitude with a tight of never being enough so it’s fuck you. Just wanting one person to open up and enjoy a day to day moment to gain the memories that don’t havta be forcefully forgotten. Until the thrill no longer motivates worth for there’s no other that can give the level of acceptance so self isn’t rotting. The belief is as real as air when in the midst of touch getting its way. Until there’s a tongue unable to say an others name. It’s in the makings of being alone for some time to know who’s in the mirror chuckling as if none of it every happened. Until from outta the blue time rests in a split second for self awareness to participate in everything that’s not saddened. Free was a bond to be who one is in the relations moving in rhythm. Until a farewell releases the grips of hands to comprehend the importance of the lesson without ‘em…

Unfamiliar changes...

Seeking words to explain the feel escaping the effort to do do better. As the mind is scrambled up on life with a lack there of time to float like a feather. Something that can't be captured in thought is missing when days settle into the night. From weekends to holidays to the in between moments that fade without a memory. Long list dreams believed gathering familiar smiles would've filled the heart's feel that gone somewhat empty. With wonders falling into the darkness behind the eyes. Digging deep into the what happened to what was supposed to be remembered in the now of simply breathing. It's different than the want of daydreams from so long ago. From a cold to a you're to a new man that evolved into an older WTF. It isn't what comfort ever had thunk. As letters don't form to what can't be said. Damn near misplaced is everything it was all supposed to be. And yet here sits the makings of reality in need. Having the wants along the way that fall short of the thrill still awaiting what's absent becoming a home. As a sigh clings to a moan...

Have I ever?

Have I ever? Been alone with you in mind? And, if you knew? Would it alter the way you sigh? Change the feel of intent lingering in curiosities crave? Maybe, come find us face to face? Are we talking about the same thing? Have I ever said your name? In a room echoing the sound? Creating a pulse with a thrill in my heart? Would it be allowed? If I secretly wanted you close? Is it so wrong to give in to the need? To losing up the lips? Exchanging breaths as we breathe? Have I ever thought about touching where I cannot see? Possibly enjoying my imagination come alive? Do you truly wanna know? And if so, why? Am I the lingering that tickles your desires? Are you tempted to speak out loud? Can you resist the overwhelming pleasure I could cause? Does it go both ways as we're yet to be found? To live in silence is a thing? Waiting on a what if to open up? Patiently hoping for the moment to be fulfilled? Can we withstand the rush? The one that excites the presence we share? Why question depths surfacing for the simplicity lurking on our blind sides? Who's who if there's no us? Have I ever put up a fight? To hide the truth? For the purpose of not wanting to be exposed? For you do I have a use?

Sad truth...

In the meeting of life where the round about keeps moving in circles that never end. With eyebrows raised to the simplest stare that attempts to lure in a friend. Years have gone by and here we are still incapable of going home. This back and forth only builds thy feelings lingering as we remain to be left alone. When words could give so much purpose the contents of the heart. As we both know its only a matter of time before we land in arms that could never harm. When will you and I ever stop avoiding the facts that we're better together? With depths that cannot hide the truths wanting to fall into an honest luv'r. Someone who's watched from a far but settles on shallow sighs that have no meaning at all. This shit effects I sit in the silence of my mind,  it drives me up the wall. How long will we havta go without the only person that will ever do? We wouldn't be entertaining this untold version we've become if we haven't a need to want the use. As from this moment to the next we talk.  Knowing the fine details of what's what just so we can halt everything and pause. It's a shame life's getting away from the unused emotions slowly dying that seems to go without so they truly crave. For the bothof us just refuse to admit where we wanna be at the end of the day...

That sizzle…

The stars don’t dance so it’s a must we put on a show. We look at the beauty of the sky but it looks down on us so it doesn’t feel so done. Witness to free will to play along under the moon. We mustn’t forget of the life we can put to use. When the night lights glow and gone out faces shadows in the dark. As smiles come from fast beneath the shallows of the heart. Together beneath the amazement after the sun passes us by. We watch the twinkles that reflects the joy in our eyes. Living as we sway through late hours before the morning wraps back around. With a slight breeze that flows with an elegance so pure that has no sound. All while performing our own with of art set for the world on display. Yet as one with the universe in the perfect escape. Smoothly in motion as chuckles rise for everything to hear how we are. Without a care we’re wide open making our mark. Pouring the energy created from within out so we exist in the now. Playfully taking advantage of our moment to give a positive vibe back to the creation of us right here, like wow. Damn near floating in a space that lingers with silhouettes. We can be the fire seen that sizzles before the tomorrow that comes next. Loose enough to be the atmosphere itself. Just getting it on to be felt. Out in the middle of nowhere...

Awakened…

They say a man isn’t supposed to raise his hand first to greet a woman. But yet, there’s an urgency to be able to touch you in the most simplest form that I can. I feel the child in me excite from the contact of something so innocence. As some would think it’s just creepy and weird, although for me it gives me singing to reminisce. In my time of just knowing you my mind has eased into a soothe. Moving in motion as thoughts find action to present myself slightly different from the single life. Ooh, his the inner me has awakened to leave the solo me behind. And my heartbeat pulsates faster whenever you come close enough to sight that cannot look away. I believe the passion within has awakened once again to vibe with the expressions upon my face. As I refuse to hide what it is you do to me so easily. There’s just something about you that temps me to open up so instinctively. So, for the record that’s playing in my head as we find out who we are together. Can I come from this daydream and put to use the attempt at forever?

Unwanted ILU’s…

Just before becoming strangers in eyes that don’t recognize years fading into the unknown. When expressions upon the face aren’t the comfort that should’ve been shown. The end is knocking for a way outta such a stagnant drought. As friends who once shared life’s lil gift refuse to give a fuck less to hear ILU’s out loud. Prior to it all coming down to stand in the table of something so pure. Someone could’ve stopped the chaos that created so much pointless wars. For the fighting isn’t even worth the effort to entertain a care to give. Bcuz all that’s left is two lies to last forever that told the truth of what self truly needs to live. As there’s a failure to relate in times of hearts seeking an ease like no other. Hoping to find more than an onlooker wanting to touch a new luv’r. A couple as one evolves into monsters that eventually go on about their own individual paths. To forget every memory that ever spread a smile that had no chance to last. As goodbyes are the beginning of sighing for it all to simply let go. With a deep wound that’ll take years to remove the ILU’s remerging to remind emotion of why it feels so good to be alone. Redefining home as I blank slate to where no one can hurt. With at some point in the future the one in the mirror will admit their own flaws as it’ll take some work. So self doesn’t cling to the cheap ILU’s that creep in to leave bcuz the damage still remains. Solitude corrects patterns that reoccur to place others as who’s to blame. For the becoming of self is too avoid the that was then and this is now scenario set on repeat. Solo is where peace is found without anyone else to confuse the inner consciousness to be free...

In the moment…

 It was the way her eyes lit up when I said,  bottoms up. I knew she knew the night would come to us necking more than a bottle touched. Moving slow through the hours was as brutal on the heart with her in my sights. And so we kept thinking, was is it time to turn the lights off and begin the feeling in real life? As we did lil things to play in a moment to flirt with giggles that moved smiles. But lol did we know where we’d be come daybreak that made it all worthwhile. The things that carried over into the light of day were between a blessing and a dream. Just to awaken without a stranger that had to go elsewhere like a thief stealing hit the just east found. We felt the motion move us the moment we met. We could’ve been anywhere in the world and still wound up side by side. Bcuz the way she opened up helped the man in me define a better sense of life. And how I was able to just be me gave her reason to believe I was different than everything she’s ever known. As we laid until noon conversing and sharing ourselves so a unique mental visual could be shown. In rare form she was better than being all done tip. As she complimented who I was without an ego. That first day had us both feeling like we finally stumbled upon home. That truly turned into a week's end showing vulnerability to ease up for s bit. I've seen the expressions she couldn’t hide that I identified as her and I in s moment of pressed lips. And just before I had to go back to where I’m which I came from she asked if I was coming back. But that was rhetorical for I was never leaving for her to linger on my past…

When pursuing self’s best version…

Everyone does something they aren’t proud of. Life is a learning process. But it’s those who are trying to correct their past that are doing it become something better suitable as self to truly be what others crave. Not for them but for the one in the mirror that find place within. But I appreciate your honesty. Enjoy your night.

(Click)

When the tumors of how we used to be come back around to keep the ns lingering on. Conversations end for hood with others that have had their mindset ruined by words before trying to know ur transformation of evolving. It seems to me that no matter what’s said first, it’s what’s to be believed. As sighs express the relentless mindsets absorbing the bs as a norm. Tongues define what’s to be without the details of character shown. With everyone being in their own way to come to terms with the growth within. Interest gets lost listening to gibberish making sound that not need to put restraints on free will. The question is, who’s not aloud to make mistake attempting to figure things out just trying to live?

(Ring)

(Ring)

Then comes the answering of questions placed in the mind of others by fowl intent. Off one codes to fall with the weak mentality of the followers that feed into the gossip. Needing clarity through judgement without actually knowing who they always feel is a bad seed. There’s no reason to entertain such behavior that allows the belittling of self. If they don’t know better than to give another s fair chance move freely they play their part in the confusions never to be redeemed.

(Ring)

Ignoring the possibility of actions leading truths along the way is the only way. False warnings are for those who repeat the same patterns over and over again. You think everyone is the same is an insane thought wanting to filter out worth in a short cut so time isn’t wasted to day the least. Putting labels on everyone in the coming and going so easily so self is protected from in which this world is dammed from enduring a useful set of hands.

so, so

In which version on your mind is it you want me to be? What image have you created without actually knowing me? Who is it I’m to be to coexist with you? How is it you wanna put me to use? Define the character that I must play. Tell me what expressions you have upon my face. I need to know to recreate me. So, I can be the man of your dreams. Fuck east I crave. I realize it the type to drive fellas insane. So, let’s get on with the show. Do I havta be your emotional lil hoe? Agreeing with whatever you thought up. What concoction am I to mix with to become what you just might luv? Come with it. So we can expose nothing will make you happier than controlling me as a gift. For you to belittle me until you’re done. Until there’s nothing left that interests you, huh? It’s okay. I’ll be your pray. Go ahead and accuse my heart. Bcuz when I walk away, I too will have played my part. Interacting with your manipulative insanity. All bcuz when I’m done, I’ll know me and by taking up space in your fantasy…

You remain...

I don’t want you in my memories to be replaced. I don’t want to lose you to my forgotten past. I don’t want to luv another bcuz I enjoyed how you felt before you had to leave. I don’t want to fear my dreams. I don’t want to miss you the way you don’t miss me. I don’t. I just don’t want to be this type of free. I don’t feel much of anything anymore. I don’t want you to slight evaporate from my core. I don’t not want to know of your true colors so full of life. I don’t care to live without you by my side. I don’t believe it’s fair to have to replace a real friend. I don’t accept you’ve come to your inevitable end. I don’t. I just don’t look at it all the same. I don’t ever want to shake the pain. I don’t do need the way I did when I had you. I don’t need to remember the years we never put to use. I don’t want to awaken to the day I’m ok with this reality. I don’t want these endless night to be an eternity. I don’t breathe quite like I have when you touch me. I don’t feel that energy anywhere else when you’re six feet deep. I don’t. I just don’t do well with you being unable to breathe. I don’t. I just don’t. But I do still have a need. I still pretend you’re still here. I still carry you in my tears. I still talk to you as if you never left. I still smoke like we’re consumed in our chests. I still acknowledge the existence. I still think of our traditions. I still wait to hear your voice call my name. I still luv looking at you face. I still appreciate what we had. I still believe you’re gone way too fast. I still crave your presence. I still resist everyone else without hesitance. I still long for you. I still know I can’t cut you loose…

The loop…

I could’ve used you way back when. Back then I was easier to convince you were my friend. I would’ve bent backwards to show you more than who I was. But luv, now, just don’t feel the rush. As lusts are a must while wanting to trust someone else. To be felt the way I used to should’ve made your heart melt. But the hand dealt was a fantasy replaced into dreams far away from reality. With sensitivities that redirected capabilities you weren’t present for availability. Infinity changed my intimacy from open to shit the fuck down. Faced changed from smiles to frowns that silenced the pulses pound. Oh what silliness weakened the thrill of the blocs sound as I became a mute. Tongue tied and amused by being abused. This is true until you were lost in memories made. Life played out and I was altered in my escape. Not a moment too late to save me from the feeling of hope. I had to redefine what home was in a time I didn’t recognize myself as being alone. I regained my throne as I reclaimed my state of mind. Removed myself from the hype that plagued a whisper coming to life. Ignoring what the breeze carried through space and time to reach me doing me. In no need of a fairytale daydreaming of the bittersweet. Instead, the trees have shelter from the rain. Insane as I sounds, I forgot about the pain. Stayed my lane and got to a place with locked gates. As chains guards my heart from a new oncoming strangers face. But hey, I’m better now that my name flows more softly upon lips. What a twist of current events as I’m still young enough not to go limp. So miss anything from so long ago isn’t a thought I think about. Nor will I pout in a tantrum to be found. I’m grounded now as life is spent...

endless roulette...

How many legs does a man havta part before he can find a friend? As still as the comfort surges the beast. From head to toe and beginning to end. Where within the mix of hearts does a man not havta retreat? When getting around has the mind as dizzy as the confusion settled in. Before he must without wanting to, as he leaves What will it take to get through to the other side of rules being bent? To be in the unknown of reality made from dreams. Is there a limit on turning heads prior to the willingness to find an ease in hire lungs vent? Exhaling with the comfort of wants aligning with needs. Why is it the tongue always spits venom like a serpent? Making being close enough to feel the linger as if a tease. Reeled in to be thrown back as real emotions were damn near lent. Mind fucking is the result of willingness wanting to breathe. So, when is entertaining the sexual crave overrated? When there’s nothing just passed the intensities pleads…

I’m present…

 I stumbled, I fell, and lived an unrecognizable past. I’ve been to a bad place and came back. I sorted out the confusing from the facts. I’m better now, and that’s sad. It seems luv doesn’t exist without hate. And yes, I’ve changed like the expressions in my face.  But I’m safe in my own weird way. I trained myself to behave. Through the struggle I never stuttered worth. Even though at times it was hard to find certain words. There was pain and much hurt. As my smile was more like a smirk. And correcting self was a task nonetheless. Defining the inner linings of the chest. Best thing was, I re-invented me to gain the proper interest. It was I, I had to invest. I’ve came outta character to please the selfishness of luv. From within I collapsed with shattered dreams that were crushed. I landed within myself and focused on trust. Just to stand alone remembering who it is a was. To become a better version demanding to be set free. I kneeled once to rise as the one person that would never leave. I believe in me. I am, who I set out to be…

***At her request…

 She said.” Fuck me like I’m yours “. So, I treated like my own personal whore. Everything I wanted, she wanted more. Excited just to play, her intentions were explored. Tampered with and felt upon. I used her explicitly as her words couldn’t be hushed. She spoke of filth that intrigued a darker lust. She was a perfect lil slut. A toy is what she craved to be. A part of my sexuality. At times it got hard for us to breathe. As pants and gasps was a raw reality. As she took it well as I pushed myself inside of her with a tight grip to hold. Shortness of breaths needed to stop as she insisting I don’t. To forget her, I won’t. I fucked her until the ac got cold. Then turned it off and ate her as her soul was sold. The taste was sweet and addicting to the tongue. I can’t remember how many times I made her intensely cum. But I believe after a while she couldn’t help but to fall in luv. That’s when I realized the monster and I was as one. I was simply dicking down her pretty azz bcuz I could. Bcuz the way she whimpered my name spoke to my wood. Erecting my girth as it should. So, her? Again? I would. But it be more than just one night. My toes curled with her for the first time. As she squirted with a sigh claiming my time. But all that I have left of her is a moment in my mind…

friends...

She says the same thing he says as she whispers when he isn’t around. Some people are worth more to be friends than to lose them forever to luv’s impurities spread all over town. In her mind he’s exactly what she’d wanna be wrapped up in. As in his, she’s what would make a different in the way he wants to live. They can’t see it in rest other bcuz they hide it to preserve the purity of having someone to call upon. But if that isn’t luv that east is their to trust when one just desires to go home? From strangers they realize they get along well. But what would happen if one of the Teri if not both went all in and fell? Deport than the heart could recognize self to feel. It’s that fear that creates the space in between eyes sneaking glimpses of the real deal. And utter silence remains to sit on the tongue that cannot seem to move. So to leave it be if a thing separating the knowing from the safety of a friendship never to be cut loose. As the emotion gives in to thoughts that determine the outcome. Secretively comprehending, if one of them would just say something, neither of them would ever be alone…

to become...

Digging deep to evolve into a better version of self. It seems to have more depths when there’s no help from anyone else. With a go figure State off mind that creates a chuckle within. The mirrors image mimics the struggle shaping a grin. To be involved with who no one truly knows as the individual watching life play out. to get to the comprehending of fitting in and avoidance accordingly to dealing with the lost and found. Knowing not everyone gets the point of coexisting with others that are in the circulation of strangers. Everyone displays what they wanna attract whether they are in tuned with themselves or not. As the hardest thing to decipher is intent of entitlement worn like a smirk in a world absent in its core that rots. Having to endure choices that give the voices in the head to speak up. Chattering of lips that impact the heart’s will gets entangle in emotions to eventually cross paths with luv. self preparations lead to live as is. so it's self on down the line that isn't missed. to be in rare form with another sitting in the presence of what it takes. to correct the inner space of us is to feel the expressions that reshape the face. hate doesn't gain anything but the stillness of loneliness awaiting the weak to give up. so in the moment direction a will is taken to become a memory worth a fuck...

stay safe...

I can’t hurt you if we never interact. And you’ll never miss me if I never hold you in my grasp. But who would I be if wasn’t honestly intact? Neither of us wants to be a part of a memory placed into another luv’rs past. Trapped in the recollection of thoughts reoccurring with the facts. It just won't last. To eventual resistance of your wrath. As you should remain as free from me as a stranger's pass. It could be fun for a while, but we’d fade before the eyes immune to the facts. I can’t become venom's spew bcuz interests, someone will lack. Creating a whirlpool of an impact that stabs one of us in the back. Think about a the curtains closing to what was the best we ever had. And as you take a moment of silence to gather the end result, let me add, even friends damage the concept of luv being unwrapped. To be enjoyed for selfish gains willing to spat back in the face once the cycle commits to the confusion of hearts to overcome what needs undone after being intertwined in the sack. I’m just being as honest as the sun bringing life that vibes with how seasons just change for another day’s inevitable chat. Don’t want me more than you want yourself as someone forgotten in the mix attempting to speak with lips so chapped. I don't wanna come back from the knowing of a found infatuation that laughs. There’s no such thing as a perfect match. So don’t be so quick to wanna snatch up me running so fuckin fast. I don’t wanna be put on blast when I never lied about how we’d wind up doing laps. Stay safe and relax. I'm gonna side step this to remain that thing of your unknown past...