Journal Entry 4/14/14

Seeing her again is somewhat surreal...

I remember when I'd spend nights trying to figure out what I'd say or how'd I act when I saw her again. There was a time when I thought that I would never see her again actually. I just figured that when she got married and had her son, she'd be happy. 

Aftermath

In the wake of our bodies seperating from one another
bridging your heart to mine beginning with a pelvis.
Beginning with a word.
A story of words
 like bombs waiting for the ground,
remember the way your dream folded into mine perfectly
especially at the hip.
As I spilled to the floor from your bed
slipped my arm from under the small of your back
I prayed that you would remain silent, still, and lifeless.
I prayed that you would not miss me.
That your shoulders would not be weighed down
carrying
everything from last night in to this morning.
What a beautiful morning.
What a beautiful death.

New Ventures

Hey folks,
I know it's been a while since I've been on here and so much has happened since then. I'll be posting a bit on here but I'm launching my new blog and I'll keep you guys in the loop. About to get ready to record my next podcast in a bit when Jovan gets here. We are slowly building an audience and I'm slowly allowing myself to be happy about the changes in my life now. Wish me luck.

Peace