If you asked me if I liked Drake two years back, I would have responded with a grimace and an open mouth ready to say "ew." But I think I understand now why exactly he's so popular, and it's not because he was born in October (I have an affinity for people born in the same month as me). It's his relatable lyrics; those one-liners buried in his countless laments of rising to the top and staying grounded at the same time. Right now, at this time in my life, I'm his "mom cooped up in her apartment, telling herself that she's too sick to get dressed and go do shit."
I've been stuck in a limbo far way too long. It's a limbo where I'm almost forgetting what I am, who I am, why I'm even existent on this Earth. At this point, music's one of the only things reminding me I'm alive and in the words of Drake, to not think about it to much. Or think about it at all.
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