On my flight from Boston to California our plane is flying over a storm thats 80miles away. We are literally flying over lightening and thunder and its absolutely beautiful.
God is so real. The earth is beautiful. And I’m so blessed to experience all of this everyday.
When it is but it aint
Some of us love badly. Sometimes the love is the type of love that implodes. Folds in on itself. Eats its insides. Turns wine to poison. Behaves poorly in restaurants. Drinks. Kisses other people. Comes back to your bed at 4am smelling like everything outside. Asks about your ex. Is jealous of your ex. Thinks everyone a rival. Some of us love others badly, love ourselves worse. Some of us love horrid, love beastly. Love sick love anti light. Sometimes the love can’t go home at night, can’t sleep with itself cannot contain itself, catches fire, destroys the belly, strips buildings, goes missing. Punches. Smashes heirlooms. Tells lies. The best lies. Fucks around. Writes poems, impresses people. Chases lovers into corners. Leaves them longing. Sea sick. Says yes. Means anything but. Tricks the body. Kills the body. Dances wild and walks away, smiling.
African parents the type to be mad at you for a few days but still expect you to happily greet them in the morning like they haven’t done you wrong, lord have mercy on my lack of patience. Coming at me with the “Ah-ah you cannot greet?”early in the morning after you chose to ignore me for the past 24 hours, lucky I’m not a certain type of American or you’d know the business (and I would be resting in peace).