Chasing A Thread .

The light in my eyes faded a long time ago .

so much steams out along the way, it fades before i can present it. every breath feels like a choice to keep going. so many scars and i luv to laugh about em or mourn them. so many things to feel yet it all feels familiar and forgotten? i’ve never known anyone like me and i luv that arrogance even if it isolates. grew up in such a liminal place in every existential-medium, my mind remains honest to its worst degree. sometimes i don’t talk to heaven cuz i’m embarrassed of what i been doin’. i luv it as much as i’m scared to hate it. sometimes ion een know what im really saying but it makes sense later .

Sometimes I’m afraid I neva knew anything.

Then I realise I don’t know anything.

Then I’m comforted before I’m afraid again .

Luv is the force that drives me even when I’m empty handed .

Barefoot Trailblazer .

01.03.23

During sum rain, I noticed the water coming thru a pipe - beneath it a branch that’s reached thru the cracks of concrete for sunlight. Now as tall as me.

A lesson of taking what you have and going all the way.

Reminded me of a quote from an African poet (ion remember which country specifically)

“I am reminded that scratching the sky with bare nails won’t bring me heaven” - Ibid .

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Ima come back summer time to see it in its earned bloom

The moments I detach even from myself, are the same moments I feel I’ve finally found myself .

everything starts w loving someone