NEVER

10.

G N A R L Y
8:23 PM

a sigh escaped my lips as i followed my gloved hand—the sss sounds of my black spray can currently putting me in a trance.

i couldn't get my mind off angel...and the fact that i was gonna be with her later...

i tried it.

i tried to....forget about her, forget about...what i feel for her, forget about how she makes me feel...and it was impossible....

i needed to be near her.

her presence makes me feel....sane whether i'm sober or intoxicated.

how can someone i just met, stay on my mind constantly ? why was it so easy for me to move on...

"yo gnar....nigga....do you hear me talking to you ?" flinching lightly, bas loud ass voice pierced through my airpods knocking me from my thoughts. i turned the volume down and rolled my eyes as if he could see me.

"mhm, i hear you..." 

"what i said then ?" i dug in my graffiti bag pulling out a purple spray can and i shook it, hearing the marble ball clank loudly against the aluminum. "you not listening to me for real....them fumes got you high or something."

"can you tell me something worth listening to ? i'm bouta' hang up on you." i mumbled into the phone stepping back, i felt the cold night's air graze my exposed cheeks as i looked up admiring my work that was my signature piece—my name. i've been doing graffiti since i was little, i started from doodling in notebooks to marking up walls, desks, floors, buildings, billboards...you name it. i see it as a form of therapy....whenever i'm not journaling, smoking or popping anything, this is the only shit that would keep me from losing my mind.

"i was telling you something worth listening to but yo' ass wasn't listening so forget it...where you at ?"

"i'm in the city..." i answered, walking to the ledge of the building i was on. i began to stare off into the distance, admiring how beautiful the skyline was. i love this city so much and i can't stress that enough.

"imma pull up on you bro, i think you need a little company...let young nigga bas turn some shit up." sighing deeply, i pulled out my phone to check the time—8:55 PM. it's was getting late and i planned on spending as much time with her as possible....i wanna savor it all so i can't fumble this.

"not tonight, we was just chilling earlier....i'm gonna be busy later." i told him, hopping off the ledge of the building. i started to pack everything in my bag, making sure to pick up every empty spray can i dropped. bas loudly sighed in my ear causing me to suck my teeth. "nigga why the fuck are you so loud for ?"

"cause' you the most complicated ass nigga on earth." ignoring him, i swung my bookbag on my back and headed towards the roof's exit. "i'm starting to feel some typa' way bro, i don't wanna go through no shit with you again...you gotta start speaking to me."