How I Feel - (A Chris Brown Love Story)

Oh, now i get it.

          Chrishan ft Auburn - Running on empty/ Tyga - Love Game.

Kevin's POV.

 Sleep. You wake up, you eat, you maybe get a few girls numbers, fuck 'em and then sleep again- it gives you the chance to rest your mind, soul and body. Nah, I'm being serious, isn't it crazy how our bodies just relax and switches off- sometimes without us even knowing. I feel at the most peace when I'm sleeping- it's like the best thing in this muthafuckin' world.  

 People be saying I sleeping all the time, but whatever. I'm just a chilled, relaxed guy.  

 Rah, that party was crazy last night, I'm sure Michael and Chris will agree with me. If wasn't for the fact that I don't drink, I would have woke up with a banging headache this morning. Yes, you can party sober. I turned the shower switch to left, and watched the water droplets run down. Steamy. I jumped in. 

 The first few drops tainted my dark chocolate skin and it all became transparent. All those vivid illusions, that my mind obtained, returned. Shower time was my thinking time. The time where all my sins and feelings are washed down the drain- and left in the sewage, with the other unwanted waste. I reached for the shower gel: washing the little suds of soap down my back. The dynamic and powerful energy that the water holds, captures my conscious, and leaves me cleansed. Naked. We are born naked, stripped from clothing. A protective electro-magnetic field surrounds me, my skin buzzing from this encounter. 

 I reached for my thirsty bathrobe, put my arms through the sleeves and tied the wrap. It clung to my well sculpted body, like a tigress lover, as though she anticipated another unforgettable night. 

 I used to think up new song lyrics in the shower before- but I've lost the passion for it- at least I think I have. One day, I wish I can find someone to reignite that passion that was once there. You can't feel or experience catharsis if your lyrics ain't true to you. E.g Love, you can't write a song about love if you haven't experienced it.  

 I smeared my skin with cocoa butter, before throwing on my neatly ironed, crease-free clothes.

 My phone began to vibrate on my side table, whilst the sound of Music Soulchild caressed my eardrums. I looked at the caller I.D- it was Michael.

 "Yo, what's up?" I asked, spraying on some after-shave. (Got to smell nice for the ladies).

 "Nutin', aye do you want to roll pass Chucky's today?"

 "Yeah, cool I'll meet you there after I finish doings running some errands for my moms." I replied, looking at my wrist watch- 11:51 it read. "Oi, what time?"

"2:00pm." He replied.

 "Ight cool, I'll meet you and Chris there," I ended the call. Don't ask me how I knew Chris was going to be there- we didn't go anywhere without one another. Plus, Chris didn't stay over last night, which could only mean one thing.

 Eighteen years old, and I still have to run errands for my mum. To be honest I don't really mind, I like doing stuff for her. You can call me a mommas boy of you want, because its true. My parents were staying over at my Aunt Linda's house for a few days- don't ask me why, because I don't know. Anyways the first stop today was to the pharmacy to pick up her diabetes medication, then I've got to fly to the church pick up some prayer oil and then I've got to pick up my cousin from Aunt Linda's. I reached for my jacket, on second thought it was too hot outside so I decided not bring it with me. I headed towards the door. 

 I used to sing for the church choir with Chris and Micheal used to spit bars, but we just stopped one day. I don't remember why. My parents (especially my mum) have been trying to get me back in to it, but I'm not really interested.