jamming to duke why not,
it may easily sound like total bullshit, fuck it. today I was excited, nothing really all that special to be excited over but there i was. Writing a letter to a great friend which with whom exchanging emails here and again has been such a delight. Ever just receive a letter and read it feeling as though they were sitting there beside you casually having a conversation? AH MAN his writing painted perfect interactive pictures in my mind. I could smell the ocean for gods sakes, feel the sun on my face. point is here i am pouring out my guts, talks of change and enlightenment. And as soon as i get to the end of my long winded cry baby ass letter, BAM it slaps me in me face. Right around the send button……….
he’s no longer checking his emails because he died. I remembered and it was fresh brand new all over again like i wasn’t apart of it. like I almost didn’t live it. Like I saw it in a bad dream and finally woke up. Once you lose a person in your life you’d think you would get use to it some how. but the tricks on us i suppose. what good are the words loss or lost anyway! I say we exchange them for blessing and birth.
I forget sometimes that he isn’t physically here like many others, but i am glad to have had the chance to build memories with all of them that i can carry around and should i remember again i can reach in my purse and grab one up…..
bath time, is my favorite time…..