thinking aloud.

Thinking about Frank and his family. Rest in Paradise to his little brother.

Makes me wonder about if and when I’ll lose mine…

Was asked the other night in AM conversations to lo-fi ambiance,

“What’s on your mind?”

After a few brief pauses twiddling my thumbs I finally replied:

“To be more humanitarian than I think I am to be - To do more.”

Feeling like donating, signing petitions, and trying to converse with others just doesn't amount to much when they refuse to listen, or as protests are still ongoing since there is yet no justice to the lives that were taken - George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, etc.

Hearing about the constant lives being taken by the Pandemic.

Acceleration to the ever racing thoughts of an overthinking empath.

Deep breaths to remain present.

To my emotions and thoughts, they are my children.

I sit with them.

Hang out with them.

Put on a movie and watch it with them.

Pen and paper all around me to converse for when they are ready to talk.

Some days they don't and it’s okay.

We stay in bed to watch another movie.

Child’s play.

Introspection.

How quick the hours can go by but also how long (in a day) you’ve got to converse about it.

Saw my nieces and nephews today.

How tall they're growing. 

I hope their parents continue to help teach them what is going on in their community and all around the world.

They are the future.

I hope to live to see the day where the changes come but I may probably not.

Nonetheless here’s to doing it anyway.

Hope mysticism of sorts guides them.

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Clarities in clichés.