"I don't know if it was your words so much as you listening and being there for me..."

Much love to my cousins. I hope you know I'm there for you.

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
-Ballad of a Thin Man, Bob Dylan

( Chapter 1 )

I love you.


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If I ever conquer my fear of the blank page...I may leave it all to be a writer ( Read more... )

"What was taken by outsiders to be slackness, slovenliness or even generosity was in fact a full recognition of the legitimacy of forces other than good ones. They did not believe doctors could heal-for them, none ever had done so. They did not believe death was accidental-life might be, but death was deliberate. They did not believe Nature was ( Read more... )

It's been days, but it's felt longer.
Can I go on? Am I stronger?
I wonder if everyone is the same.
I hang on. Am pushing through.
Searching for room, my name, and you
and trying to find out just what it is
I'm running to.

They were my coaches. They loved me. They loved that a very black young man could not be so. What a miracle he was on the field! No one could do the things he could do. They heard he reads...how silly is that. We shall call him Doctor noname. Yes!!! That's just perfect! Because everyone knows you can't get a doctorate in Football. They ( Read more... )

( crazy? Possibly. / One-sided conversations )

( smile tomorrow )