"everyday that we wake up is a good day. every breath that we take is filled with hope for a better day. every word that we speak is a chance to change what is bad into something good. we aren't slaves.. this nation is at least a potential democracy. we need to wake up from this walking nightmare and realize that the sun is still shining.."

walter mosley


so much has changed. i have changed. the more i learn, the smaller i am. the air smells different. white gardenia, perhaps. i began riding my bike again. i've decided i want to live in colorado, or northern california for awhile. i don't really want to live in new york city anymore. i want to move slower than that. layers have begun to peel away. it feels nice to have the sun on my skin.

(it's raining here today but it feels good, and i didn't open my umbrella.)


wishing on 1:11s
for cowboy boots
and a brave heart.
"you want a shot?"
"make that two.
the wishes ain't coming true."
third time around
he gives me
a lopsided smile
and i look