back to my roots yo… Moleskine dreaming
Random things, I’ve written in my moleskine.
-To love profusely is to live on the edge.
-I just love to hear women speak and say things, or not say things. Even in their silence they sound familiar.
-The sacred realm of thought is where I choose to build my shrine.
-I will never allow myself to look down upon anyone..ever. When you do not see things at eye level. You have the capacity to become someones hell.
-Holding you close is a possibility in my mind, kissing I love you’s into your smooth and perfumed melanin infested skin. I stare at you. You smile at me with your eyes. I just stare and I think about saving the world with you. Our feet touch under the covers. You need to trim your toe nails. I notice. But I don’t care. That’s how I know you are the one. You drooled a tad. I don’t care. I like the taste of your saliva. I kiss you deep on your lips. I face God. “Thank you” is all I can muster up at the moment. The sun brightens through the blinds. He understands. (think I posted this already…but fuck it. Here it is again)
-Sing songs like sirens. Lure them into the clean shaven pussy of capitalism. and then they are lost.
-I want to apologize to you. I find myself saying that a lot. I wonder if its growth or regression.
-Living is an art. Paint well.
-The brown of my skin needs no elaborate introduction. Like the universe and your smile, its pure and perfect.
-Baby, you like steam. You either burning me…or soothing me.
-The grains of sand lace the beach with reckless abandonment. The seagulls flap their wings at the same pace of the moving wind. The ocean radiantly glows under God’s gaze.
