Hot Tea

How do you soften words when what you wanna say is just straight to the point?

I guess you just put some chill music on and let the pen flow

How do you keep your eyes closed when something so beautiful graces your space?

I guess you close your eyes and get lost in the darkness

How do you not pay homage to the gifts that you see that she carries?

I guess you don’t donate to your thoughts

How do you not take in the smile that she has that changes all things?

I guess you find a piano and become Stevie Wonder

How do you not Wonder what fruit she will bring once planted?

I guess you never water her seed

How do you contain the taste for her?

I guess you sip hot tea to burn your taste buds or something…but hell I don’t know!! I’m running out of words to tell you shit.  Hell I guess you just tell her, show her, ask her or whatever, but no more questions please!

So you gotta a little fear

Yet you contain a world of vivacity

So you’re forced to walk in blindness

Yet your path is lit with the melodies of Angelic musical notes

So it’s just you, and you alone

Yet you are surround by love

So it seems there’s no rest for the weariness of your heartbeats

Yet each beat creates a new rhythm for all to dance to

So you smile behind the pain

Yet the beauty it brings transforms all those around it

So you may not see the splendor that covers you

Yet no darkness lives in your space

So you question so much and wonder if you matter

Yet it is you that inspire these words for which this paper now holds as a testament to you

So……..you …..just keep shining and keep your beauty flowing to touch the world

Delectable Vibe

I bet that you can’t escape her delectable vibe

It’d be a waste of time to not pay witness to what she exudes

None of that mysterious crap will she leave behind

She just is force alone

She is the gravity that will keep pulling you back to her

You will not leave her the same as you came

Only better shall one be amidst the gifts she graces one’s soul

Her touch transforms all things and her kiss warms humanity

She smiles, and you know that God must be real

Be ready and prepared for a new change if you find yourself floating in her clouds

Understand that all searches will seize in her

She is that delectable vibe that’s impossible to escape

You see, no one wants to leave paradise

She is the utopia of all dreams and I bet you don’t wanna wake

DAYYYYUMMMM MOMMA

Why'd he make you like that? I mean dayyyummm! You can't possibility know how beautiful you are. Yea I know you get this everyday all day and I'm just another man throwing words at you. I'm sure it's nothing you haven't heard a thousand times, but I'm serious. If I may explain... I like you have heard men through words around like air, so if you have a moment I'd like to tell you my thought of you. Now let me go ahead and ask for your forgiveness because I may be blunt in my approach. OK, so you went out and purchased this form fitting dress right? You got up to do your hair and probably shaved within the last few days right? Those heals caught your eye as soon as you peeped them right? That purse, bag, satchel, throw over, handbag or whatever you're calling it was FIRE when you saw it right? I'm not sure because you're a natural beautiful WOMAN, but occasionally you might through on a little makeup, lipgloss or lipstick right? OK so imma just get to it. All those things that you prepped yourself for today, has caught my eye and I thought that you should know. Now I know you're 'in a rush', but had I not gotten this off my chest, it would've bothered me all day. OK that's all I wanted to tell you and I hope you have a lovely day. ..........7 seconds later as she strolls on......... He yells, 'Oh yea, I forgot to say the blunt part. DAYYYUMMM that ass though. Don't walk so damn fast momma, I'm tryna see that thang in slow mo. Shitttt'dddd can I get a selfie with that thang?' Moral of the story...... There is none and I just felt like writing today :).

Here's To Ya

So I thought about you this morning. I thought about how you always pushed me to become better than I was in that moment. I thought about the confidence you gave me earlier on in life. I thought about how you always told me to speak my mind. I thought about how you taught me to always look to protect those around you. You taught me to do what you say you're going to do...even in the smallest of things. You taught me to always give more than I receive. You taught me when to fight and when to walk away. You taught me to never take no for an answer when I know it should be yes (if it betters a situation). You taught me those things and so much more. So today, I'm thankful for you who stares me in the mirror every morning......and I say, thankful!

Her Intents

Slow was her intent and naive was his decision. Blinded by her deception, he found himself entangled in her web of destruction. Sexed beyond his imaginable thoughts, he found himself unable to resist what that mouth had to give. Unblinded in fact he was, yet her talent concealed his vision and he gave all possessions unto her. Not even Adam could restrain himself from losing paradise. So what strength would he have to not drive every curve of her? There was no good that could come of it, yet his body craved to be inside her as she dripped her poisonous juices upon his erectile disfunction. In his mind, he was the shit! In her mind, he was the fool. Yet she smiled and delighted him with words that sang like Fantasia in church. He'd continue his path of destruction until all was drained from him. She in turn would eventually spit him out to return broken, lost and changed.

Congratulations

I wish I could say congratulations I don't know how to feel just yet. I mean, I've given myself to you in ways that I thought you'd like. I've done things that I never thought I do for someone. I laughed with you and listened to your thoughts about what you did and did not like about xy and z. I know there were no promises but deep down I'd been choosing you. There were days I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the person starring back at me. My life has been on hold while I waited for you. I thought you saw me, but now I see even I was blind. As I watch you pack your things, I found myself overwhelmed with emotion as I reflected over the last 5 years we've spent together. I'm so full of despair that I'm empty. I still smile for you in a pretense joy that you seek of me. I could see the excitement in your movement, before you whispered those words. "We're having a baby. My wife is pregnant." I loved you so much that all I could do was smile and remain silent but inside it was as if my bones were literally breaking. I guess I always knew there was a possibility that you'd choose her over me....I mean duh, you did marry her before meeting me. So silly of me to dream of a 'you and I', but I believed you when you said, "I'm going to tell her soon". So now, as I watch you walk down the hall for the last time, with all your bags, I wish I could say congratulations, but for the first time in 5 years I thought about her. I thought about all the lies you must've told her. I thought about the possibility that maybe I wasn't the only other woman. I thought about the pain she'd feel if she ever knew who you were. It was then that I knew that I couldn't let you just walk away and continue to bring harm to people in your path. It was then that I decided to.......... Want more??

Colorful

She is a giant amongst the circle of women around her. She simply stood apart from all others and you knew she was a force to be reckoned with. She was covered, yet her beauty was still seen to the naked eye and her value was nothing the earth could offer of equal value. Nations found themselves chasing her essence and many even tried to steal what could never be replaced. When she spoke, all souls listened and followed her. She carried the voice of command, sometimes without saying a word. To call her beautiful is simply doing her a disservice. She teaches all of man how to honor, keep, venerate and grow in a love that’s rarely seen. She pulls the best of those flavored to be in the pot of joy she stews. She is life’s finest exquisite creation ever to walk this earth. She is hysteria that many cannot control in her presence. Every sway of her gape leaves whispers of, ‘wow’ from those that witness her movements. Webster himself formed the word ‘classic’ with her in mind. She is what inspired the words of which you read. She is my radiant, strong, smart, superb statuesque black woman. I love you and I value each of you fully

MMM

MMM Music is my muse I escape from all pain and thoughts I am free from disappointment I rock to the rhythm of all the life that dwells in the beat of every melody I vibe to the waves that pound my drums with delight It is a gift unlike any other The lyrics pour in and refresh my soul I am connected to it I need it I breathe it My dance creates a space that has never been witnessed before I get so lost in it I lose my way And I love it It’s my ocean of the very unknown It’s my healer and my peace You probably don’t understand because Music is my muse

Wanna Hear More?

As she was his forbidden fruit, so too was he for her. Shackled by circumstance, they're passion was embedded in lost hopes. With every passing day, a desire to forget engulfed the two. Yet still the seed pitted deep in the center of their life bringing essences called and pulled at them. One wanting the other, and the other needing a windows breeze to quench the flavorful wetness that left sheets stained. When the other closed an eye, there the other stood. The two had an unmistakable appetite for each other. She found herself adrift in his fine, smooth, chiseled dark skin. She couldn't escape the thought of him standing in the frame of her door nude. Fresh from the steam filled bath, his towel had fallen and he was in no hurry to recover it... And he found himself looking into her eyes with a passion neither of them were ready for. Life fully rushed through his body and provided the appropriate tool that was needed for these types of situations... She found herself drowning with the need to taste the passion of the fruit that he ever so gently offered her... He didn't rush in, but rather touched every inch of her, without making contact. His lips carefully kissed the perfect imperfection on her face. He slowly embraced her and whispered words that not even I as the writer of this could recapture... In disbelief that he'd noticed her fully, she freed her thoughts, mind body and spirit and the two became one... Wanna know more?

RED

Her smile caught me off guard and made way to break free the chains that kept me bound. With locked lips I couldn’t express what my mind was potently telling me. I couldn’t tell her about the marvelous gift she bestowed unto me (which was still left wrapped). I wanted to whisper, shout, express, heck I don’t know. I’d seen her pass my window for quite some time, but that day…that day was just different. Let me paint the beautiful Picasso whom walked pass me with a smile that carries my freedom. 8:13am I’m sitting in my office. My hands are folded behind my head and my feet are kicked up on my desk. V103 is playing on my office radio. Chris Brown “No BS” (clean version of course) is playing and I’m bobbing my head, dancing in my chair. Chris sings the part that says, ooohhhhhh…just as she walks past my office windows. I swear it was the slowest walk a person could’ve walked past someone’s office. Black boots with those long heels, red dress, black shoulder length hair, slight rouge brushed on her cheeks and no purse. Just all WOMAN! She stepped to Chris’ rhythmatic beat as if she was rocking to the song too. I suffered inside to catch my breath, as she was absolutely stealing my air and causing my heart to sputter. By the time she’d made it to the door, tiny beads of perspiration ran from my hairline. She slowly (at least in my head) slid her right hand up the frame of the door until it came to rest, outstretched over her head. Her left hand perched on her hip. Her left foot pointed downward. There she stood…I can’t paint, but she was a priceless work of art. “David, did you hear me! David?” “Oh I’m sorry Red…I mean Hope” Perhaps, she noticed the lost glare I’d found myself lost in as she walked. Perhaps she felt my thoughts. Perhaps she noticed she had me entranced in her gaze. Perhaps she realized the song playing was my desire with her. Shoot, I don’t know! Perhaps she consummated that I’d unraveled every inch of her. Maybe she perceived I needed her key to free me. Whatever it was, she obliged all 1,375,671 thoughts I let escape me. She smile…stepped into my office…reached back and pulled the door shut. Then turned to close each blind that hung from my windows. I was lost, but knew exactly where I was (and I’m not talking about the office). Instantly, my body grew with every beat of my heart. My senses were heightened and I could feel her before she turned back around to face me. I’d watched her take a hold of the rod to close each blind and my mind wondered. My eyes followed every inch of this spectacular vision of something beyond beautiful. Her hair graced the mid of her back, and her back flowed ever so nicely downward. The dip of her back seemingly transformed into this nice, round, wondrous mound that made my mouth drop! A slight slit gave way to the curvature of her fabulous legs. This woman had it! She had it all! Shoot, she had me! She turned and said, “David… you like what you see?” You wanna hear more?

Her Gift

Softly she was carried into my world. She was a swift summer breeze that made it's way into my heart. I don't know if I was looking and she found me, or if she was simply meant to make her way into my direction. Either way I'm glad that she did. That's the thing about existing, one can never truly know what lays ahead. We may predict that which goes up must come down but shall it land? I tossed my heart up and it landed in the palm of hand. She's free to do with it as she sees fit. Haunted by the many stars that dance the nights sky... She dances with a whole new rhythm that I've never heard...and I like it. She's seduction itself and has me wishing upon a star. So do I take her by the waist and pull her close, look into her eyes and express the new beat my heart rocks too? Do I express to this wind that I want our bodies so close that you can't tell where her skin begins and where mine end? Do I run my fingers through her hair while caressing the small of her back, while my gently wet lips kiss her softly at the base of her neck? Do I face her and let her her feel the throbbing passion that's growing between my legs? When she feels the 'pressing issue' below, do I reach down and firmly grab her ass cheeks and pull her up so that her legs wrap around me? Do I allow her arms to wrap around my neck, or do I lean back and whisper, 'no! Put em in the air!' while I carry her to the kitchen? Do I play in the small puddle between her legs? I'm thinking I should have her lean back onto one hand and have her put the other one on her propped up knee, while the other leg dangles off the counters edge. Yea, I like that!!! Do I leave her there as I go to the frig? NO!! I think I'll keep my left hand firmly grasping her calf as my right hand reaches behind me to grab the 1st thing my finger tips find in the box---yes!!!...chocolate syrup...yes!!! Should I pour it upon her inner thigh? Not yet. First let me reach back for an ice cube to rub across the gape of her neck until it starts to melt down her beautiful body. Should I chase where it flows across her breast? Yea I think so...well at least the left nipple. Is it time for that syrup? Oh hell yea!!! It's time to lay back while I dip you into a whole new waterfall of chocolate. I'm thinking that I should set restrictions on how to clean up the mess we're making....as I drip syrup all up and down your body, paying special attention to your neck, nibbles, breast...yea I separated nipples from breast......I'll show you why in a second. Then I leave drops across your stomach, which leads down to your pouncing clit, where I pay special attennnn....fuck it, I can't control myself any longer and I dive in head first. I pay really good attention to where the syrup has dripped, licking every itch of the canvas that has been painted brown. It has fallen into places that require your body to be shifted with your legs in the air. My tongue grows more and more excited......to be continued :)

You Better Know

If you seek me and I’m not there… Keep looking!!! If you feel lost… Remember me!!! When you’re down… Feel me carry you!!! If there’s distance between us… Pull me closer!!! If there’s silence amid us… Scream!!! If you wake and reach for me and I am not found… Search for me!!! If your mirror speaks negativity… Remember my words spoken through my eyes!!! When it seems impossible… There is nothing…I do mean nothing that’s impossible!!!

2:15

Our son was born May 12, 2001. He came into the world 7lbs, 2oz with a head full of hair. He was soooo tiny. I can still feel that moment when I first laid eyes on him. My husband Mark was the first person to hold him. I pause even as I write this because as I reflect on all the moments of my son’s birth there are so many things that bring joy to my heart. It’s kind of funny reminiscing about my son in Marks arms. It looked like he was holding an animal or something, because when I say my son had hair, I mean, he had a full head of hair, and my husband had been bald since his early 20’s (he was 33 on our sons birthday), and I definitely am not hairy. Heck, as a matter of fact I think I’ve only had to shave my underarms only 3 times in my 44 years of life and one of those times was just because my silly teenage self, wanted to try it after seeing my older sister Jessica do it. OMG, I’m sorry, I just realized that I haven’t introduced myself; my name is Paige and OMG again, I haven’t told you my sons name; Joel. Joel is his name. Now it’s not pronounced the way you may think, it’s actually pronounced ‘Jo-el’. Now you’re probably thinking, ‘now why didn’t they spell that baby’s name right, well blame my husband Mark for that. For those that don’t know, when a woman is giving birth, she is usually medicated…which I was…and after the birth, some women are still medicated up….and I was…..soooooo when it came time to fill out certain forms, Mark, my wonderful husband filled out some of those forms and welllllll Mark wasn’t the best speller so he went with…and I quote – “The way I thought it was spelled”. I love that man, and he’s going to kill me for writing about that, but I’ll find a way to make it up to him. I’m trying to remember the moment we left the hospital but I’m having a problem remembering it, because all my mind can focus on his seeing my husband pulling up to the curb in that god ugly minivan. I hated that thing! I just remember sitting in the hospital wheelchair at the ‘baby curb’ with the nurse standing behind me holding the wheelchair as I set there holding Joel. My husband knew I hated that van, but he was so cute that day. He was fumbling all over the place as he checked to make sure the baby seat was secure. He carefully reached into my arms to grab the baby and put him in the car seat and kissed Joel on the cheek. Then he turned to me and helped me into the van. He carefully made sure I was comfortable before shutting the door, then leaned in and kissed my forehead. He was just a big ball of joy. He even gave the nurse whom wheeled me down a hug. Wow, he was so excited that it made me feel so loved and joyful. He jumped into the driver seat and started feeling around for his keys to the van and started to panic when he couldn’t find them. I reached over and touched his right hand and said, ‘Baby the van is on. The keys are in the ignition already’. He didn’t know what to say or do, and all I could do was say, ‘I love you babe’. We’d finally made it home. What a long journey we’d been through. 9 months I’d been carrying our child. Mark had always wanted a baby boy, but I never really had a preference. I just wanted a healthy baby when the time came for us to conceive. Throughout my pregnancy I never had those weird cravings. I’d never had those ruff nights. I didn’t have morning sickness. I just didn’t have that typical pregnancy that you see on TV. We made all of our doctors’ visits and I started prenatal care and vitamins before we even knew I was with child. I just figured that since we were trying, I may as well start taking them. I remember being so grateful that I wasn’t experiencing all the issues that many women go through, but at the same time I kind of felt cheated because I didn’t know if I was missing the true experience of being pregnant. I guess that was the only real ‘pregnant’ experience I had, paranoia. I just felt like something was off. But throughout, every doctors visit was great, but there was always feeling of something’s wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I stopped trying to find something to point too. So there we were, Mark and I standing over Joel in his crib watching him rest. The room was a light purple with a yellow rocking chair off in the corner. A dark wood changing station was right next to the crib. There was a silver diaper trash can to the left of the crib. Behind us was a bookshelf that we’d turned into a towel/diaper/baby books/pic holder and whatever else we could find to make it a baby room. In the middle of wall, separating the windows was a black and white clock. 2:15…2:15…2:15, I’ll never forget the moment when I was hit with a ton of bricks. All of the concerns I’d had during pregnancy were suddenly clear to me. At 2:15 I realized that I hadn’t heard my baby’s voice. Even though I’d been on medication at the hospital, I couldn’t remember hearing his first cry. I’d held him several times by now, but he hadn’t made a sound. 2:15…2:15…2:15

My Name is Jade

Who really go the heart for this life? While my heart beats, it’s a very silent rhythm. Man I swear there isn’t one decent person walking this earth. Everyone is out to get something or something else. If it’s not ass, then it’s money. If it’s not those then it’s fame. If not fame, then it’s power, and so-on-and-so-on. Everyone has their means of obtaining what they’re seeking and if you look close enough you’ll see it. All the lies, betrayals, selfishness, grimy and so many other things are right there in your face! Yeah some things are clearer than others but look…it’s there. Now sure you’d be hard pressed to see my moves, but that’s because I’ve learned from previous mistakes. Fuck I look like getting caught doing something stupid? Especially when there are so many stupid motherfuckers out there that would love to ‘step up’ and prove themselves and do shit for you. It’s funny how respect is obtained in some circles. I love me some movies and I’ve always loved gangster movies or mob movies. I just liked how respect was clear and never had to be spoken. Every mob/gangster movie I’ve seen, had at some point pointed out someone’s rise in the rankings and mine was no different. I’ve written about a few things already, so you know a little about the background that made me into who I became, but let me tell you about this young individual that was looking to get ‘noticed’. We called him Black Snoop. I really don’t know how this lil nigga ended up with us, but somehow there he was pulling my left arm back, tugging me off of someone. In the mist of pure chaos this lil nigga established himself by looking out for me. Wow, it’s funny writing this shit cause I look back and think just how lucky I’ve been to survive a lot of this mess. So one of my home girls invited me to her little cookout/pool party. Now I’ve never really been a huge partier but as you know I do get out there from time-to-time, so I showed up. I like to do my own things at times, so I went alone. Man, this party was packed. Everyone was having a good time and the smell of weed could be smelled a block away. The music was blazing, lol, shit I even remember the song that was playing when the fight broke out; damn Will Smith’s summertime… anyway, so I made my way over to my home girl Keisha and gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered ‘Damn ma, you looking good. This mug is packed’. Yea we were fucking, but I was there solo and chilling. I made my way over to a cooler and reached down to grab a Corona. I’m getting dapped up and high fiving everyone. Gang signs everywhere, and all was good. One of my home boys Black Pete was dee-jaying, so I dapped him up and hollered at him for minute, but as you know there’s always a too drunk nigga that’ll fuck shit up and of course here he comes fucking shit up by bumping into the D-J table causing the music to skip. Now keep in mind, this is back when D-J’s used turn tables, so bumping a table fucked up the vibe. Black Pete gets on the mic and says, ‘Yo somebody come get this nigga please. He fucking up my shit.’ Dude hears that and takes a swing at my boy Pete, and I’m like what the fuck! He misses Pete but now his body his falling all over the table, so of course the music stops and everyone is looking like what’s going on. I’m thinking this fool is going to stand up and calm down but of course he doesn’t. Dude starts talking mad shit to Pete and I’m just standing there off to the side. Dude never sees me, but I’m getting pissed cause I see Keisha trying to get over here to see what’s going on and I’m thinking, man damn here we go again and not to mention, Pete is my home boy, so I say, “Come on dude”. Then the nigga turns to me and says, ‘Fuck you’, and I snap and swing my bottle of Corona at the idiots head and it knocks his ass out. Of course all you here is the moans for the spectators. I’m all in now, cause I’m beating the shit out of dude now and Pete slamming his cases of records on the nigga’s head. Next thing I know someone is pulling my left arm saying, ‘let’s go, let’s go’. That nigga was strong too cause I couldn’t get no more hits with my hands, but I remember kicking buddy all in the ribs as I’m being pulled off of him. By the time I’m finally completely off of dude I turn to see who’s pulling me and I don’t know the nigga pulling me so I push his ass away and he’s like, ‘Naw, popo on they way, let’s go!’ Shit, I came to my senses and we ran the fuck up out of there. Ended up in this nigga’s car hauling ass up out of there. Dude starts asking me what happened and this-and-that and I’m like nigga who are you. He’s like we went to the same school and I’m like huh, elementary school??? Who the fuck remembers that shit. Man at that point, I’m just trying to get as far away from that pool party as possible. Once my heart settles and things are calmed, I’m like thanks dog, and he says “No prob big homie, I’m Ty”. Black Ty and myself would end up having so many stories to tell later in life, but that was his come up moment and many ways it was mine too because it would tie in to other things later down the line. But, later I’d learn that Ty was waiting on a chance encounter to get into this game and he found it that night. Man, that nigga that got his ass beat was one stupid motherfucker!!! I wonder if he ever looked back at that night like what the hell was I thinking! This is my life and my name is JADE

My Fear

My fear is that I become so immune to hurt that nothing hurts me. It’s get a little old pretending to be ‘ok’. Sometimes I’m not ok. Sometimes I’m hurt and sometimes I want someone to recognize that I am and go above and beyond for me to make it better. Geez, I’ve read so many things about those that keep or have a tuff skin, and while I know I do, sometimes having such a skin is fucked up! I bury things deep some times and it slowly changes me in different ways. I know it’s something that’ll be a part of me, but man sometimes I want someone to grab a shovel and dig and not cause more things to just be buried alive. Behind these smiles are rivers of tears that’ll never flow free…. Yea that’s my fear.

Daddy Held Me First

Daddy held me first Daddy carried me first I’ve been with him from his very creation At all cost he, protected me And even at the slightest hint of harm to me, he’d clench up for protection I had many brothers and sisters, yet I’m the only one of us too ever see light My daddy gave me strength and determination, which I needed for my journey I pressed, pulled, fought and swam my way to become who I am today It’s my daddy’s DNA that gives me this color, these eyes, and even the hairs on my body It’s my daddy’s DNA that gives me my voice, my walk and even my height My daddy has given me so many things, all of which I am thankful for But most of all I am thankful that my Daddy held me first

Excuse Me Mama

Excuse me mama Mama, what’s wrong? Why are you so mad? Mama, are you crying? I think all daddy wanted to do is see me Is that wrong? Do you not want me to see daddy Mama, stop crying I’ll start not liking daddy too, if you it makes you happy Mama I’m sorry. I won’t tell you how much I love going with daddy anymore Mama, mama are you listening I promise Mama daddy always gives me hugs and kisses in stuff, but imma tell him to stop Are you crying cause I was on the phone with daddy Cause if so, I won’t do that anymore Excuse me mama, but are you listening to me???

Dreamer

What if I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift into a space of tranquil peace? If I let everything, everyone and every care escape me, would I then be at a place of rest? Would all I, you and so many others find this to be a false sense of reality? If I found sustainment in that moment, would I return the same? Heck, would I even wish to return? Is it, or is that what abandonment is? If even through a glimpse of unobtainable space I find that calm that many seek, am I a lessor person? I mean, think about it for a second; from the moment bells ring and you no longer push the snooze, you’re chasing and end to what has just begun… – that is a real reality that most find themselves repeating over-and-over again. That typical clock chasing mentality that ends at the same place and the same time as it did the day before…Sooooo, I ask, if my daydream or my desire to escape this pattern is looked upon as a defeated mindset, how do I bring my dreams into my real days? If not for my imagination these words would never stick to the paper of which I write them on. If not for the peace of which I’ve never seen except through closed eyes, I could not ponder the ‘what if’s’ or the ‘how to’s’. Does my drifting lend to productivity or wastefulness? Oh, how this peace that I speak of has granted me such access to possibilities. I’m beginning to see that those things I seek must become my reality because they are what defines my dreams of hope.