The delicious idea of travel keeps tempting me for a taste. Mildly jealous of free-spirited jet-setters, who seem to have no strings pulling them back to sane grounds. I would like to break away, at least for awhile, and be my own pilot; fly off to insane places. Egypt, perhaps?

They keep telling me: there’s always a time and place for everything.

I mean, come on. I get told that a lot. But am I the type to heed a ‘typically sound’ advice? I would like to crash headfirst against you and your boring cliche`. I say the time is right when I feel like I want to pursue whatever it is I want to pursue, despite the wrongness of time. I want to see where that takes me. That’s the insane part.

My beer mate, Ayreeb, has taken to calling me ‘Snake’ because I kept sticking my tongue out. I only do it when I want to exercise my mouth muscles.. which is pretty often. I should stop though. It gets annoying.

When everything seems to be falling apart, I can always count on you to be there, falling with me.

I appreciate you a lot.

the promise

“you’re not like those girls. i wont treat you the way i treat them. you’re too special to me. i won’t hurt you. if i tried to, i will hate myself. why i’m here? i’m here because i feel like i’m bound to save you. from what? from anything i guess. from a scraped knee. a lonely night. a miserable day. a rejection. a failure. a broken heart. when you’re ready to make your choice, to take a stand and decide who you wanna be with, i’ll take you freely as mine to have.”

by my bestfriend, Carmelo King. Comes to me as a whisper, but really it’s a message of a promise.