"Sorry ain't answer I've been busy, lot of things been bothering me lately wish I could go back in time and erase it."
— GTW Mik
This line been ringing in my head all day. You know, I've been thinking about how good I had it as a kid. Charlie, Life's been moving too fast lately. Like I'm strapped to a rocket I didn't even ask to ride.
When Life Was Simple
Like...
I really used to live. Life wasn't fancy or perfect or anything like that, but I swear it felt like I had the whole world in my palm. Back then, after school? Football every single day Shoes off, socks brown, hearts racing, legs running wild. We didn't have a stadium — we had a dusty field, two stones as goalposts, and a reason to feel alive.
We'd chase that ball till the sun disappeared and our shadows faded into dust.
Hood Parties and Ice Cream Wins
And brooo, if you ever heard about a party in the hood? Best believe I was there. Not for drinks. Not for girls. But for those dancing competitions. I remember winning 1 cedi one time — deadass felt like I just hit the lottery. Split it with my boys, gave 20 pesewas each to two of them, and we ran straight to the ice cream seller like kings.
Weekends with Grandpa
Weekends? Skating. Biking. Skating again. And then maybe gambling with rubber bands like our lives depended on it. Grandpa would call me over and we'd play cards — not even for the game's sake, but just to laugh, talk, and feel alive. I had my lil bro with me too, and we'd turn the house upside down with made-up games that made zero sense but felt like everything, break random things and then run from random beatings.
The Silence Now
Now? It's like I'm here, but also… not really.
I barely want to talk to anyone. Not out of hate, just… don't feel like it. My phone could ring twenty times and I wouldn't flinch. Earphones in, heart locked, mind drowning in music and these dreams bigger than my head can even carry. I just stare at my dark screen — not sad, not depressed or anything like that, just… floating.
We all wanted to grow up. Chase something bigger. Live something better. But truth is, I'd trade a thousand "busy" days for one more sunny afternoon with a rubber band in my pocket and a coin in my shoe, waiting for the next party beat to drop.
But hey… I ain't sad. I'm just soaking in the silence. Till then… I'll just keep floating in my own world. Shoot my shot at the grind — Hope I don't miss it.