sleep…once again. i’d rather be tired. and yes, i’ve fully diagnosed my problem but i won’t take the time to detail it here. i’ll just say that this song i’m listening to right now helps me realize my problem even more. a mi manera…i did it my way doing things my way has never sounded…
Author: wordhabit
what if a break is good?
i’m in charge of a young adult ministry. nothing’s happened since march-ish. i take the blame but it’s not as if people are knocking down my door or tying up my phone line asking what the deal is. i was just visited by this thought: what if nothing happens until august? what if we take…
classical music
lulled us, but not to sleep. we sat, we three black siblings, eating our tomato soup with crackers in it and biscuits on the side. we sat in silence because classical sounds have that affect on we three black siblings. it doesn’t excite us to converse. i broke the silence. me: did you guys know…
i’m reconsidering…
the way i relate to sleep. i’ve always wanted to be in the know. but i never want to have to ask. just want to be told. so when i sleep, unless there’s something in particular i want to ponder ASAP, i think of sleep as an inconvenience. why must i lie there, close my…
i’m reconsidering…
the way i relate to my hair. yes, perhaps it’s not the most profound thing in your book but in mine, it’s serious stuff. my hair is so important that i’ve written poems about it, devoted words and hours to explore its nature and what that means for me. i’ve even cried over it and…
mysterious ways
i don’t know why a lot of things are the way they are. like how people are blessed by what i allow God to do through me. like how i’m blessed even though i’m clearly human. i don’t know the why…but i’m thankful for the now and for the when. i’m content in the how…
time away
breeds discontent breeds unnecessary attitude breeds a truckload of regret breeds this wish: that i never had to wake up to the knowledge that i keep on messing up time away is not time well spent time away encourages me to bad mouth encourages me to spit figuratively on someone else’s lawn encourages me to…