I can;t imagine a life with such covenant terms. A life untainted yet sprinkled with atrocities and a tinge of in-genuine gestures. Wish I was without a doubt the happiest I;ve ever been. Broken into run-on sentences and managing to speed up the pace. A summer in San Francisco turns into months that turn into years and I spread open my legs to let my butterflies finally fly away. Here I am. Me being me with my big flashy words and euphemisms. A writer. A journalist. A woman. Changed but loved. Loved but changed. Changed by love. Loving changing. Not missing the point and for once getting every little thing right.
Ashante.
Something to Feel 