January, 2024
How do you love someone in constant transformation when all you want is sameness and stability? When chaos is your love language, but so is solitude and support from afar. How do you love a self that has so many masks and layers? As one whole, I suppose. And with an appreciation for each layer, no matter how ugly, putrid or foul. Love it until it's something else. The human urge for stability is most irrational in a universe constantly changing. Maybe so is the need for love? Nevertheless, these needs persist. 

2/7/2024

The stench of belligerence is everywhere in America right now, making it almost impossible not to soak in, as it permeates the schools, grocery stores, and spaces both public and private. The escalation of unkindness in real-time feels like a manic teenage moment going in the slowest of motions.

Catch frustration and anger at work, catch attitude at home. Catch the flu at school, catch the bill from the doc. Catch vitriol from loved ones, and judgement from friends. Only thing I can't seem to catch is a break. And there ain't no break coming for this country anytime soon, neither. All I can do is spread kindness where I can, and hideout from the stench when on days it's just too unbearable.