living right by the pnc, like right by-right by, has its perks. for one, i can hear concerts from my room without having to be there. i even heard president obama speak once. i couldn’t believe i was hearing his voice when he came to rally for hillary. obama bruh. from my room with the windows open bruh. two, if i ever wanted to attend a concert, i wouldn’t have to pay for parking because i could walk 700 feet and be at the box office. and three, i get so inspired whenever i see concert traffic.
tonight, i was on the way to cookout as the iron maiden concert let out. it was bad timing, yet it made for good conversation with my shorty. it also made for good inspiration for my future. seeing people come out the venue smiling, enjoying themselves, looking excited and full of life gave me a good feeling. music, much like most of art, is meant to bridge the gap between everything that causes disconnect. the misunderstood becomes understood. the unaccepted becomes accepted. the lonely become lonely together. it’s beautiful.
being this world-wide renowned rapper that changes the world is something i can’t get out of my head. all i could think about was what if. what if those people were there to see me? what if expressing myself could change the world? what if others are feeling what i’m feeling? what if i could understand the misunderstood? what if i could make the unaccepted feel accepted? what if all of these moments of loneliness lead me to other people that have felt lonely and it brought us all together?
that’d be beautiful.
-ratha, 11:58pm, 6.9.17