https://soundcloud.com/swan-pablo/red-crayon
I like this one. I am eating a chip!
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Sometimes you don’t have the muscles inside you to give the loved ones around you a hug. And so what? I am trying to figure out how to handle the stress in my life. It’s not just my life. Navigating life is the pickle. It’s a hard-knock harder than I thought it would be. This said, my prayers and respect go to those who’ve been struggling this hard all their lives: generations. It’s just: boom tough. I have privilege, I had privilege.
We are experiencing a giant shift. Gentrification is occurring inside. From what we knew as kids and what we dreamed of just 5 years off. Tomorrow, spooks me real hard. I have trouble doing fine motor-skill type shizz, yet I am working real hard to position myself into equations where, even though all the uncertainty, I can put faith into the work that I can do, to do good for this world, my community, and those I want to hold close.
I don’t need anybody to tell me I’m not alone. I just need to feel this, breathe, and keep working today and tomorrow. Forgive myself eventually for taking the long-needed break—that feels like it should last forever. Pull myself out, eventually keep going. If not today, then let it be tomorrow. Music music, shakers. Horns. Keys. Drums. Bass. Strings. A voice singing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2q0EL0TdjA
Listen in with some headphones 🎶
Sharing too much on Facebook. I know we have stories to share. All we’re doing: more than just breathing. I can’t write past this feeling: when I get like this. Hands on the backs of my hands: itching. Prayer-ing out a: new poem. Strings, strings. Can I keep recommending you songs off the new Quantic? Maybe it’s today, but it keeps getting better.