This is going to seem like a love story, but I promise you it’s not. At least, not for me. *** In the Cambridge dictionary, notice is defined as, to see or become conscious of something or someone. Do you have a friend that you can remember the first time you ever noticed them? Like the… Continue reading Red Velvet: A Love Story That’s Not A Love Story
Earlier today as I was walking to a café, I had some thoughts about winter. Although this season is desolate and depressing, it is almost rejuvenating in a way. You look around and everything you see is gray, but when the sun comes out it is so bright that you remember what it feels like… Continue reading Thoughts on Winter
She was the type of girl people wanted to be around. Because, not necessarily, was she the partier, the one with all the moves, the liquor and the weed. But because she brought something else that wasn’t tangible. She brought something you couldn’t just pick up at the grocery store. It wasn’t convenience. It was… Continue reading It
A wall is a wall is a fence is a block is a chain is a law. A child is a human is a person is a brother is a mother a sister a father a friend a lover is a life. A people is a past their stories a history their traditions… Continue reading Push
I thought about you yesterday. Do you still miss me? You woke up. went to work. I wasn’t there to button your shirt..but that’s okay. Although misunderstood, we are better off this way. Now we live separately. Healing Growing Recharging Developing From the road trip we went on. And it was a wonderful trip. … Continue reading The Road Trip
Hey Everyone, I took these photos a couple days ago. Hope you enjoy.
God. -- God. -- God. I am getting comfortable with saying "God". After I say it the first time, it gets even easier. The first time I say it though, I have to really stretch it out. "Gaaaaahhhhddddd." When I say it the first time, it's like when you try on a shoe and you're… Continue reading Honesty Post : God
She says, “I’ll break your heart.” But the clouds in my mind float me to the sky and I do not hear the words she muttered. She says, “I’ll break your heart.” But the whisper of the wind as we dance through the trees puts a springing in my knees and I run from what… Continue reading F R A C T I O N S
Is there a balance to be struck? Is it even possible? Growing up, I was surrounded mostly by white people. I wanted to look more white. Attending Howard University, and being around pretty much all black people - I wish I looked more black. Will there ever be a time or an environment, I suppose,… Continue reading What Are You?