thrift bus

so in school i take this journalism class. its funny because the same things i am now asked to do for a grade,i have always done. talking to strangers,observing what brings them joy, and learning about the world in the process.last week at the farmers market i came across a lady with a thrift store bus, here is her story.

you can also find her here

i dont

apologize much.

 i have nothing to be sorry for.

no words said

can break hearts that haven't already been broken

no deeds done can shatter dreams, that have not already been given up on.

pick your scabs

and blame me when i remove the plastic band aid that hid an unhealed wound

for now its not pretty

refuse peroxide

get infected,

 no antibacterial

and pretend it doesn't hurt

have him kiss it twice

play games in your mind

to make yourself think its alright.

and believe it.

and when the band aid falls off

pretend its a new scar

blame him.

dont heal.

blame me.

take pills.

and for my actions,i wont apologize

but for you,

im really really sorry.

bailar chiki chiki

   last week i attended the spring concert for the morgan state university modern dance ensemble.twas a pretty good show, but beyond that, i got it.if i could only name 3 things that moved me dance would be on the list. i understand that language

 

and appreciate those who speak it. 

network - mad as hell scene

machinedrum - whatchuthinkin (feat. tombe lockhart)

i havent really been digging for music like i used to, but over  the last couple of days this has seemed to change. i  find myself researching. listening, and learning again.a friend mentioned an artist to me a few months back...though i listened to the song and video he sent i never dug deep into her sound, today i did, and this is what i found.

quote

"purpose is overwhelming. it takes your breath away, and clogs your throat. unable to speak, you think...to clear your mind, you do. "