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Epic!. Snapped a pic with Deep Cotton, watched Janelle Monae perform live, saw Pharrell, snapped another pick with up and coming Gordon Voidwell,& scored the cutest ear cuff. My summer is complete.

It was the 12 when there was no sun

but I remained light

fighting the separation of my thoughts from

sound

It came as though rushed

restless and unyielding

as I went to draw my sword 

it fled inconsolable 

only to return with a vengeance

“you will think…you will worry..

you will hear me..you will feel me..”

I remind myself of the present

the light flashing “10:08”

head pounding from the battle

waiting for the next moment of solace

to awaken between the notes the crickets play

their folly forgotten background music to the

dust that is arisen

in my time of separation

it looks like I have won

I lick my battle wounds by thinking of good times

romantic times

flaming flowers and rainy skies kind of times..

the crickets play on…..

The idea of needing someone isn’t dangerous until you say it.

In your mind you can play with it

You can’t drop it

It won’t combust

There won’t be satisfaction

But you can run away without them seeing you

fear

Once let go

it spreads

and lingers

and compresses on your chest

and you 

pray,

meditate,

sit quietly

hoping for relief

concluding 

that you were more independent

before you let it go.

Haven’t wrote anything in a while

Things have been themselves

Themselves encased in glass

But I’ve been breaking intently on releasing them

The past as a second..a year..an old face

The night seems so new when I’m present

And the past when it visits so estranged and unfitting

To gather more of myself this path has allowed me to piece

And sew..and glue.. and sing to every broken thing

Every weakness

And every moment I’ve ever lied to myself

I’ve made me better

Because I’ve learned

That’s the name of the game.