Wednesday, February 18, 2015

i came running



(like i did
 al-
Ways       
            ) running
towards what i thought was your love towards
what i thought was your
friend-
ship:

i t doesn’t exist. 

i ran
Not
into you
but through you.

you’re a hologram

(the      hope
) I run.
 I run.
I run.
I run. 
I run and I run
& I stop
I look back
I see you behind me,
 li-
      ving
Not even realizing or caring that I’m not where I was
So
I’ll continue running until I am so far
That I don’t even
See u
(or remember) 
When I look back

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First of all, I love GOD. Proud Christian here! I love the smell of baked goods, seeing dads with their sons at the barbershop, couples walking down the street holding hands, I love my friends and their kids and their dogs and cats and my cats. I love poetry, jazz, old school R&B, Hip hop, Gospel, House, architecture, writing, and baking. I love compliments about my baking, I love Paris, Scarborough Ontario, Latino culture, nappy hair, and the sound of kids laughing. The first thing I do every morning after I crawl out of bed is get on my knees to thank God for letting me see another day. I invite you to join me on this journey on this thing called Life, where you might laugh, cry, and perhaps be enlightened along the way! I might be enlightened as well, based on your responses to my posts. For collaborations: daij62@gmail.com