fact #54

i love how fast my patch of sky is. 

fact # 53

i have no idea about self-love.

none whatsoever.

i know about survival. 

i know how to tie my shoes and run. 

i know how to grab a bag and go. 

i know how to move a pen across a page.

i know how to pray. 

i know how to wait 

for the end of the day 

so that i can sleep and gain reprieve 

from thoughts that just keep coming,

from thoughts that just won't stop. 

grace

I felt you next to me tonight, Mama, as I made my silly walk to the 7-11 when I should've rightly been in bed. There you were, under this new moon, tall and red, deep dimpled and reaching for my shoulders.  We walked at a stoic pace, full of heartache.  Your smile said "But you're here, little girl.  You're here." and I looked around at the empty streets, took in the view with you, and held your ghosted hand. Glad and nostalgic, I remembered how I wrote in my diary not so long ago: If I ever make it to New York City, I don't care if I don't accomplish another thing....

And then I hear your voice again and repeat after you "Here I am. Here I am."

fact #52

i am an honorable man.