one more time

so the latest episode in this anthology i call life has brought me to the realization that i don't have much more time to waste. we have spent so much time in different places without understanding how it affects us both. i want you, and you don't want to want me. you want me and i don't want to want you. call me crazy, but i believe that life is full of ups and downs, with the ups much higher than the downs. i have been on this down for so long that the feeling of every little up cause me to appreciate life just a little bit more. if i could take it all back, go back and do it all over again, i probably wouldn't. this has taught me so much over the the last four years, you have taught me so much. i have loved every moment. i keep telling myself that i was always nice, but the truth is, i wasn't i have done my share of wrong. i have done my share of damage. and for that i am sorry. this song keeps playing in my head...today it begins, i've missed it before, but won't miss it again. i keep having the same dream. and i think that i just realized what it means.

on necessity

in the circumstance of essentials, what one needs are those that are life worthy.

on tolerance

as before, the truth is simply a matter of fact. when considereing relationships, those including friends and the more and less, the truth should not affect perceptions. this is the difference between acceptance and tolerance.

Across the water

Sometimes too far is too far. in regard to limits the most interesting question questions the rate at which we reach the limit. When is to far to far?

shoot for the stars

As common as it may be, many white men have changed my life.
Instructed to reach for the stars sometime in my high school career. As stupid as that may have sounded then, and still does now, it pressured me to pressure myself. The ideology of self-reflection is one that that has very little value in comparison to its valor. one step back in order to take the next step forward appears at eye level ludicrous and proves to be so as to; ludicrous.

dreams are compared to egos...he who is willing to acknowledge their existence has attained a lack of fear of their nonexistence.


*shouts to Uncle Tom, may he be exalted.

On truth

When love is considered, the truth is only a matter of fact.

A White Man Once Told Me...

The hardest task is to open the eyes of one who is pretending to sleep.