🏹 I think this song low key sounds like Kokakku.
Idk🫠
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I woke up to his scent, his blankets, his CDs on the flour, his tv on his dresser, his black desk, his royal-blue walls, his closet, his pictures taped on the walls, his world. A world I found that I barely knew.
The first thing I did was text Min back with a picture of me in his bed. I thought it was funny. I got up, although I was careful, I wasn't careful enough and I stepped on a fucking CD. I kneeled down to grab the shattered, shiny pieces, when I turned it over I found that it was a Nirvana CD, their "In Utero" album.
Shit. He loved this one.
I ended up finding another CD, "NEVERMIND" by Nirvana and put it into his CD player. Min seemed to be going back in time as the whole world moved ahead. He was an old 2000s soul.
Like I said, he lived in his own world- no. Make it his own universe.
The first song that played was Territorial Passings. It was loud and random and so poetic, just like Min's existence.
When I was an alien,
My hand started to grab each album.
Cultures weren't opinions.
My eyes grazed every cover, not looking, learning. My brain processed every word like it was scripture.
Gotta find a way, find a way, when I'm there.
Blurryface by Twenty One Pilots.
Being So Normal by Peach Pit.
AM by Arctic Monkeys.
Gotta find a way, a better way, I'd better wait.
Favorite Worse Nightmare by Arctic Monkeys.
The Eminem Show by Eminem.
American Idiot by Green Day.
Never met a wise man,
And those were just the ones I knew, there were so many scattered on the floor, so many things I didn't know about him yet. I stuffed some of the albums in my pockets and moved on to searching his desk.
If so, it's a woman.
I sat down, rummaging through piles that had no particular order. He was never the organizer. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, just soul searching.
Gotta find a way, find a way, when I'm there.
I looked through drawings, old homework that he copied off me, comic books we both read. I opened a crumbled piece of paper, with words written on it that looked like lyrics to a song.
Gotta find a way, a better way, I'd better wait.
I didn't read it, but I did stuffed it in my pocket, because I could. I moved to the pictures on the wall, all perfectly placed in straight lines running up and down the wall, the only thing in the room at was organized.
Gotta find a way, find a way, when I'm there
I saw pictures of his Milf of a mother, his baby pictures, a picture of his mom's old sorority with him in the middle as a baby, the same with one of the frat houses, him with his cousin, his grandfather, first day of kindergarten, and so on. All I had to understand was clear...
Gotta find a way, a better way, I'd better wait.
I had no pictures like these. I can barely remember what I looked like before I was 8. Min had his universe, I had mine. Separate but equal.
