being home from the plantation today…
the air smells so much sweeter.
the sun was beaming through my window.
my blankets were scattered about around me.
it was like a whole scene.
like in the beginning when they introduce the character…
mi also had to be in work at 8am so i’m home alone.
i feel at peace.
like in the first time in a long time.
as i laid in my bed,
i couldn’t help but think about some issues in the forefront…
sometimes i wonder if its obvious when its time to move forward in life.
like are there any signs?
does god ring a bell that only you hear?
do you have to hear that you’re good enough before hand?
i see so many people getting stuck.
working these dead ends jobs until they can’t do it anymore.
watching their dreams pass them by with every punch in/punch out.
all they do is complain about their shit head boss and full of shit co workers.
it scares me.
being that person scares the fuck out of me.
can i be real with the foxhole tonight…
i was all set to write about what makes me happy tonight.
judging from the 3 textedit windows and my writers block…
…let’s just say that ain’t happening.
truthfully when i think of what makes me happy,
like that legit happiness,
well it has to be…
so kenya moore finally uploaded a blog on the bravo site about “the brawl”.
i was interested in what she had to say…
so nene went on some other platform to discuss last night’s fiasco.
the one she started.
well she is aiming the dart board with this blog she wrote.
check what she said…