It’s not easy being a dreamer. King in 1967: My dream has ‘turned into a nightmare’ – The Daily Nightly.
I see through it and around it. Miami heat is nothing to play with. Honestly I’m astounded, and annoyed to be surrounded. I’m out here melllllting. On beds of doubtfully baked air. Trust has us but us seldom means much. Imagine if giving up was an option. Ha! Never! I
My dreams are brighter than me, so I often sit and watch and listen. Boom … boom … boom! Footsteps from behind, but I was afraid to turn and look. Then I was mad at myself for being so shook. Fear is a waste of time. Surprises can be overwhelming.
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.