I don’t want to talk about the usual. I want to talk about something new. What I’m going through isn’t unusual. What I’m going through isn’t simple, yet isn’t different but like a pimple it irritates me when it shows. I have a lucky patch that can be confused as a bruise. Don’t be mistaken. It’s blue like the sky on a clear day, everybody loves a clear day. While my lucky patch is always in the shade. Since I’m not ready to show it during the day. When I’m comfortable, I hope soon. I’ll be able to show off my lucky patch on the moon with you. As for now, I chill in my room thinking of my next move. Since I can’t always do nothing. I have a mother who loves me. I promised her I would make it soon, so I have to stay on the move.