Thursday, January 21, 2016


fuck today.

I want to change my name.

I want to change my body.

I want to start over.

I want to feel like there is something left to discover.

I want to feel like there is something I could do.

I want to feel like life is worth living.

I don't do any of these.

I can't.

Fuck today.

I should shower.

I should brush my teeth.

I should clean my house.

I should apply for another job.

I should go for a walk outside.

I should make some food.

I should get help.

I don't do any of these.

I can't

Fuck today

I need to get help.

I need to find a job.

I need to help others.

Trying to Stay Woke

Some days I really think I need help.

Other days I think I need to help.

I can't let my mind wander without it wandering back to that ultimate thought.

The last thought I will ever have.

My survival depends on knowing it is there, but avoiding it.

So my survival depends on not letting my mind wander.

But my life depends on my wandering mind.

Without that, who am I?


Thursday, January 14, 2016

Connecting with My Self

My ancestors mean a lot to me. They have always meant a lot to me. I feel them with me in my dreams and in my blood and in my heart. In some ways they have always been a source of pain, in other ways they have been a source of love, of knowing, of seeing. Ogsie taught me pain and he taught me pride. Babka taught me grace and taught me compassion. My grandpa taught me selflessness and he taught me humility. My grandma taught me the power of faith and taught me that our family is all we have, even when it's hard to be around them. The lessons I learned from them were just the start though, connecting to the past both in books and in my body has shown me a path towards inner peace.

I am writing this on the eve of my birthday, on the eve of completing my 22nd year on this planet. In my lifetime, the world has changed so drastically that my disorientation is all too common. Just, ask anyone who grew up alongside the internet. It's freaking weird.