pardon my draconic

I speak frankly about a number of things regarding various stuff.

Let me sit with my fellow kobolds and troglodytes as we hiss and clear our beastly throats, for I have insights dear friends!

Does location breed identity?

I am not talking of the circles you dance in and out of where you live. I mean regarding where you live. If you upended everything, swapped out surroundings and creatures, would your identity morph?

I wonder!

I wonder if I'll turn into a hen or a pig instead of a dragon. My big move is in a week and a half. Today we set aside old treasures to sell off to make this move possible. My dragon self hurt-- oh it hurt! To see my treasures stuffed into white bags for strangers to paw over. Why, I feel like I could fucking breath fire.

...Sorry. I've been drinking. I feel playful, but sad. (Cruelly sad?)

I was
Born living under the hope and a rock
But I
Know niggas that are glow in the dark
I can't wait still I'm sitting on more racks
Cause all I ever wanted was Kodak, moments
But I
Don't listen now stuck in a rut
In my own prison wanna open the lock
I ain't praying enough and I know
I got eyes back in my soul
Telling me to wait and see
Fall to my knees
And let the rhythm come like it's naturally
But every time I wanna lead
I can't believe
That I could ever run to the harmony
Just like a wave that flow through the sea
Searching for days just show me the way
I'll be up late working all night
Don't hesitate we'll be all right
(yuh, yuh, yeah)

Found this fellow on Spotify. I listen to him during my "chillaxing" sessions, but when I stop and listen to his lyrics, I feel this visceral response. The guy is so fresh, he still lacks a wikipedia page. I'm betting he's a Sagitarrius like me. Because of course, I have to view the world through my lens (but seriously, he speaks about throwing himself into his work whilst simultaneously longing for those "kodak moments." If there's one thing us centaurs fuck up it's managing our personal, professional, and creative pursuits. (also, I'm still totally a dragon. Born 88 babyyyy)

As the hours slip by and that dreaded day on the calendar comes ever closer, I sit and think about the last time I left Cali. I lost touch with family and friends. My behavior and thinking reflected that of my environment: black and working class. Now I'm going north into the mid-west where the majority of the populace is white. I told hubby I'd go with him to church, because fuck, what else am I gonna do? I'm already gearing myself up to fit into the heart of America.

My fellows, I ask you, what shall this dragon turn into? A pig or a hen?

If anything, it'd be nice to avoid either and manage a fox. At least I'd be clever.