Also, I cried at a party last night, but that’s a good thing.
Wow just wanna make out my mind will be consumed for a while.
My walk home was a success because I found a beautiful chest of drawers that presented me art supplies, books to read, and spiritual posters.
Earlier, the suppression became something I recognized as a bitter warning.
I became engulfed and decided release was the only positive way to continue the night without fainting.
And as I let myself finally feel something horrible for once, I was able to receive the funky dance moves that Al Green and James Brown bring to me.
The voodoo rewarded me when he asked me if he could kiss me.
I won’t see him until I return back to America, and that’s how it should be.