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Approaching the last months of my lease mid-2016, I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood….which then led to me walking around the city. I usually wake up between 9 a.m. – 1 p.m. (some nights my dreams won’t let me sleep much). But that day, I decided to try and wake up as early as I possibly could (6 a.m.).
If you know me, I definitely didn’t make it.
Instead, I never went to sleep that night….I put on some joggers, and took that walk at 3.15 a.m. Journal in hand, trying to scribble down parts of a dream that was of my childhood. I could only hold about 4 or 5 ideas from that dream up to the surface, before the pressure of our world causes them to disintegrate.
(you know how dreams fade so quickly when you bring them into our world).
Once the sun started to come up, I really got in a rhythm. My childhood was coming back to me. The blinds, hours and hours of writing and reading and drawing and acting out movie scenes in my room. My room growing up, was my laboratory. It was my cave….my sky….inside this little room, I pushed my soul into a ball, I was the strongest kid in the world, and yes….even here, in the little room, I scaled Mount Everest and laughed with the sun.
“teach me please,
how to stretch a second of this life
into a sideways 8,
the forever i learned
forever ago in school,
infinity seemed bigger back then,
and when the wind blew questions inside my room,
i found answers in caves,
between starlight reflected in streams,
and shade parades my busted blinds made…
this room was Mount Everest,
this is where i learned
to explore the world.”