it is a challenge, to cultivate hope forged from words spoken by another.

to believe that what was said yesterday, or four months, or a year ago, is still true today.

and not the product of a lover’s euphoria without roots in something real.

and not the fickle-natured speaking of permanence.

and not the tired, burnt ends leftover when choice portions were already served with zeal.

words mean very little to some; and to others they mean the world. how can these coexist?

~~from my mixtape, “niggas be talkin” on GTFOHWTBS Records