#random
3:23 a.m.
Guess I’m not gonna get that 6 hours of sleep I was praying for. No peep from my terrace-level neighbors this morning. Nearly 48 hours ago, they were calling out to The Father, The Son, The Holy Spirit…Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. I couldn’t quite make out her name, but I think she called him Bryan.
I was in my car when “Adore” came on the radio. Me and Prince took ‘em to CHURCH! I was still singing when I got out and walked through the breezeway. Dude was on the stairs.
“Nice,” he said with a nod.
“Oops. My bad,” I responded, strangely unafraid.
“Nah…don’t be. You have a nice voice.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I teased. ”Seriously, thanks, though.”
I heard the chick close and lock her door. I resumed my song and my slow stroll (my damn feet were hurting) to my apartment door…but not without peepin’ that she had come out of the door right below mine.
“Have a good night, neighbor!” he said in my direction.
I stopped and turned to face the sound of his voice, “Thanks, Bryan! Good night, neighbors!”
He and she walked down the sidewalk. Just as I turned the lock, he looked my way…as if he had just heard what I said. I purposely sat my bag down outside and then placed the food on the kitchen counter, just inside the door. I bent over far enough to grab my bag. He was still standing at the end of the sidewalk, looking all kinda confused. Lawd, I shol’ do hope that was his name she was calling…and not somebody else’s!
*cue music*
Dear Robert Glasper Experiment: Where have you been all my life? Welcome. You and all your beautifully talented friends…welcome.
I was trying to get some work done this afternoon when these words popped up in my head:
My heart – so irreparably broken – was (thought to be) lifeless. Stop, thief! You stole away my slumber and pierced my flesh again…a pain so intense, the dead is waked.
3:56 a.m.
Finally getting sleepy. Guess I’ll close my eyes…see what happens.
