written by owen on 2015-Apr-11.

Some people are afraid of the future. Afraid of the things they may not be. Growing old. Ratchedity. The monsters under their bed. Lost potential. Parties that they never got to attend. Broken things that they never got to fix. Lives that they might never get to live. I am not afraid of the future. The future is like that bus that is going to hit you that has already left the depot and is on its way. It is ordained by Christ himself. My bubble is in a world of hurt. Why fear the unknown? I fear the things I have survived, the experiences that I know, the lives I have already lived. I fear the monkeys. I fear the the buses that are well traveled. Jah alone can give I satisfaction, fill my heart with love.

There is always something to say. As long as the world keeps spinning around the burning sun there will be a reason to care. We are all crazy in our own way, why not be crazy together? Silly girl. Maybe prayer will help. Send you an angel. Get right, with Jesus. I got love for you baby, I do not have the tool to fix you. It has all been done before. We are who we are. Words are all we have. PYT, Billie Jean. In love with the coco. Life is nothing without passion, weirdos and missed buses.

It is hard for me to remember the person I used to be. I get glimpses now and then. I am reminded of moments in time. Sounds, smells, strings, a leaf rolling on the ground in the breeze at a bus stop in Mandeville. The buzz of an electronic door at Megamart. Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. The stage full of dollar bills. Red plum freshia.

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