tuesday nightcap
omarion | ice box | 21
maybe its the choreography? maybe its the production? maybe its the metaphor of the song? maybe its purely magical collaboration between my favorite producer, timbaland, and omarion. regardless of what element captivates me, its hard for me not to be absorbed by the interconnectedness of the artistic elements at play.
a small part of me wants to give in to the hostility and anger felt in the song but then i have to stop myself and ask “what is it going to accomplish?” its hard not to be a cold hearted bastard but at what point do you protect yourself against the unnecessary people who are in or have come into your life- and at what cost? how do you shake it off? at the end of the day i need to protect me and mines. no one is going to go to bat for me like im going to go to bat for me.
sometimes the best thing to do is forget it ever existed. acknowledge you missed the red flags, you ignored the signs, then keep it moving. you know next time. well, thats the hope at least.
a.e

