“Hey Grandma” “Hi baby. Took you a while huh?” “Yea I had to take the long way, it took forever.” “Nothing wrong with taking the long way. Sometimes that’s the best path.” “Is it?” “I remember growing up in Georgia. Me and my brothers and sisters would pick anything: butterbeans,
Time. Time stops for no one. This lapse in communication actually stimulated productivity. I have a new job, I’ve moved to Brooklyn, I’m happy. My new project was entirely inspired by someone who has impacted my life since day one. She helped to shape my thinking and I’ve elected to
Thank you for continuously delivering me from people and environments where I do not belong. Thank you for your relentless love and protection as I walk through the cold realities and necessary learning curves that accompany life in this physical world. Thank you for my favor shield and my sound
I remember working at Footlocker as I have frequently over the years – I applaud the company for always welcoming me back with open arms – I was the only stripes in the store this particular morning. Alex was in the back and Freddy was making drops when a customer
I represent change. Recent events have encouraged me to explore the fine line between truth and proof. When it comes to encouraging change yes proof and evidence are necessary for action. The fact of the matter is, proof and evidence shouldn’t become a crutch or excuse for inaction; or even
Another Declaration of Independence There were fireworks but the show eventually ended. The more adamant he grew the more I knew it would never really be. He forever had a plan but no execution, no money and no way of making things happen. He was an idea man. A true
I sat resting uneasy on that of which we exist, where the clocks are all wrong because time never mattered. I continuously wonder why we are all so bad at being good and when we became comfortable with being wrong. With my soul as my witness I wonder what it’s
The older I get the easier it becomes to move on. The more mature I grow the simpler it is to say no. With the years I’ve noticed a decrease in fears. And the louder my headphones the less drama I hear.
Dream #9 I can hear you. Know that if you get louder I’ll ignore you. I was almost asleep. Drifting between being awake and being lost in thought-like-dreams. I couldn’t wake up and recover or quite establish where I was while I was dreaming But I could hear you. Your
I am the new New Yorker. Still excited by all of the lights. Never upset about being lost. Rarely in a hurry. I try to blend in. I try not to look up. I try not to let on that I’m new. They know. I am the new New Yorker.