It’s hot as hell and humid too. Is it ok not to be okay? Should I believe you? I threw the signal in the air and waited by the beach for the hero. What good will a selective savior do for someone in my condition? I crave consistence. Yet
I did not anticipate how full I would feel at the conclusion of the 17th Annual American Black Film Festival here in Miami on South Beach. My mind and soul were stuffed with information, encouragement, and motivation. I didn’t know how fortunate I was until it was over. I
I closed my eyes and I fell. At first I rolled. Then I began to bounce. Before I knew it I was free falling. Or maybe I was floating? I’m not sure how, why, or when, but eventually I came to a full stop. I crashed right into you. You
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I was eating trail mix when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray.. The trouble with writing is always getting started. One you get started you have to figure out how to say whatever it is you are trying to express or explain. The intimidation that comes with
When I stopped chasing logic I realized everyone is just like me. Crying out collectively they could not be heard. The loud voices are equal to mental screams. No one hearing a peep. No one listening. Even if they heard they would never understand. In that moment it hit me.
I close them. Then open them. Again. And again. And again. Wiping the sand away I squint wondering why here? Despite the dilation I still see the same thing. Different hues and shades, but the picture has failed to change. The view finders remain unchanged. The pupil perseveres attempting to