This is one of my favorite times. Fan blowing, candles lit, music playing, breeze coming in from the window, glass of ice water at my bedside, captivated spirit ready to be filled. Intoxicated by the scent of my own skin. My freshly painted toes catch the flicker of the candlelight ever so often. My eyes avoid the clock in a futile attempt to postpone tomorrow. Tears well in the corners of my eyes to drown the Sandman. In this time I forget the laundry that needs to be done. I forget the bills that need to be paid. I forget the hugs that need to be given, conversations to be had and speeches to be made. I don’t think about where I thought I’d be or how far I’ve come. Friends I had or enemies I’ve created. I don’t think about anything but the soft mattress underneath me, the love overflowing from my heart, and my prayer thanking God that today was an additive to my strength and wisdom. This is one of my favorite times.
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I am configured by dreams, aptitude, ambition, and prepared to apply it to most if not all opportunities that present themselves. The only enemy I have is instant gratification. If I want something, I usually want it two yesterdays ago. Im a student at Stony Brook University working towards my BA in Ethnic and Cultural studies. I am a “Jack of All Trades” but my passion and first love is creative writing. Nothing feels better than being on a stage; with a mic in your hand disassembling your heart and placing the pieces of it on translucent air molecules and watching it move through a crowd of people. As they inhale parts of me and my life, they respond. They shout, “I hear that!” They give me back pieces of themselves to take with me. So now I step on my virtual stage and my keyboard is my mic. I am looking forward to telling the stories of those who have come into my life. I am looking forward to entertaining you. Thank you for being my muse. View all posts by shutyamouthandcallmeugly