Sunday, January 20, 2008

Space Raps

Yeah, so it's Sunday night, but I don't have school tomorrow cause it's MLK Day. I got a paper to write. World Lit. I haven't started yet. That shit is important though. I'll start.

I need to write. I feel a desire to splurge out, and this is where I always go. So much to say. Life is going so well. Blasting out fucking smooth music, and sitting here with homework in front of me that will, and I say will get done.

I got the lead in the musical, I no longer feel shitty when my dad says shit, and I have friends, the ones that were always there, but now I accept them as friends. Because this is my home now: Minneapolis.

There is just an ultimate satisfaction when you're doing something you enjoy. I've been doing everything I enjoy. Going to the gym everyday and getting beastly, singing my heart out, running around like a fool, and just not giving a damn. I've stopped watching TV and I'm trying to wean off this computer shit. So much more time...

And then there's this ultimate feeling of rest and at ea
se with myself. I feel a circle of light that shines around my head and illuminates. And when I talk to people that light stretches and hopefully connects to their light, and we just understand. Talk and no war. Drift and no heat. Out and no burst.

So maybe the sun sets at 5:30 on a cold, cold winter day. A warm voice and a stormy mind keeps one out of the gutters and onto the town square where you share and love one another.

I guess I'm ready for shit now. For everything. Whatever you throw at me, throw it now. And I'll deal. I can dance, and that's all you need. You just gotta kinda know what you're doing, and do it as best as you can and the rest just comes. Then the dance gets better, and more fluent, and free-flowing, and spontaneous.

And remember to smile. Because that's where the light really comes from.