Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Ones Who Stayed in Omelas

The knees that knelt
Sacrificing for the greater good
Of the people
Of all
Of everything
Sacrificing their own true happiness
With the thought of the one in misery
Knowing they're there and blocking from their memory the gruesome reality
Except the reality is that they face it
And stay present
And let it not be in vain
So they stay in Omelas
And enjoy the nice things
But at night their dreams haunt them
Nobody really sleeps well here
On occasion we forget
Get a few nights of rest
But it always comes back
And nobody sleeps well here

Read this: http://www-rohan.sdsu.edu/faculty/dunnweb/rprnts.omelas.pdf

Sunday, October 26, 2014


This Reality

What is it?

Lately I've been feeling a bit insane in my brain. I'm not sure why but I can't pinpoint the exact feeling, the root of this cause, but it's bothersome. Like flies buzzing past your ears as you fall asleep at night.

I don't know. And that's the thing. I try to keep in the path of the righteous, but my demons have been eating me. I wanted to befriend them, I tried to let them be. But they keep trying me.

Thursday, October 9, 2014


Whenever I manage to go somewhere new, I make it a mission to treat myself to something. Today tho, I'm just in the mood for tea, so that's what I have, tea from Peet's. Finally. I made it to the west coast, and let me tell you.... the world done fucked up forreal! My mom was right, I do in fact like it too much, and that's just in regards to the weather and the weed. I don't even know the people yet but the barista at this cafe, Domo, he was sweet, and my hostesses are pretty cool too. So, so far I fucks with it alll the way. It's kind of too good to be true, and that scares me some. With the exception of the sketchiness. Like, idk why but they're sketch as fuck here, or it seems so at least. And just like New York, it smells like pee. It might even be worse here actually. 

However, I still have this looming feeling of disaster. I could just be anxious, cause you know, the future is endless. I've been realizing how dependant I am these last few days. It's wild cause at home I'm praised for my autonomy and independence, but here I feel like I need help with everything. It could be something that's necessary cause I'm new here, but hopefully it's short lived. I like it tho, I have everything I need ya know (Except a restroom). I've been working on telling myself that it's an actual possibility, to have all you need and desire.

The first night I was here, I was greeted with a hot blanket fresh out the dryer and I was in love. I was eavesdropping on a conversation and I'm glad I did cause it changed my perspective a little. She said she don't feel no type of way giving to people cause she lives in surplus. And I'd never really thought of it that way. I'm forever trynna humble myself and do without any extra, but in actuality I might just be denying myself all that's good. It's a hard balance to find when it comes to living the life of luxury and humility. My mom told me I don't always have to sleep on the floor, if I work for a nice bed then I should have it. I think I've convinced myself that sleeping on the floor is better for me tho. It might take some work to reroute my thoughts.

I'm realizing how much I love to talk to people, but not everyone wants to hear it lol. I don't care too much tho, as long as you love me.

Friday, October 3, 2014

The trick is

Figuring out what to say. You have this platform and all these possibilities, but what do you say?

Ideally something meaningful, something that gives some sort of real insight and inspires the masses to do better. Something real.

I don't really want to say too much tho. I know, you need substance, but the simplest things are the most complex right? So why not just say what I fuckin feel like?!

Problem solved.