Pretty blue car (Taken with instagram)
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Pacing through some hush rooms, passing a bright light with my friends trapped in this tangled web of information. I do believe my dear love, I have lost my mind and my ways.
These moments…
As I sit here thinking to my self, belly roaring for food and a house full people plus I’m in Belle Glade. I begin to wonder… is this what come too? Is this how it feels to be an adult? Living a life with a collection of mask that shows are expression. Is this why we kill ourselves (poor choice of words) to find that special someone? There are moments where everything looks bleek… but there a small moments where I feel free. As I sit here next to this old lady, slapping my leg, speaking in Creole about her medical problem, I will remain silent to find some way to find my tranquility. In time… maybe thinks will brighten up.
