A new kind of crazy…


Mr. Conversation called me this morning, then called right back to add some additional thoughts. You can go on and guess as to what he said ‘cause I promised him I wouldn’t tell nobody.

After I ended the call…. I squealed so louuuudddddd and long, then burst into a fit of giggles. I mean doubled over, jumping around the house, clutching my body type. I know Kewon is concerned about this too-high phase of mine (as are others) but this just feels so good. I’m not thinking about nobody’s tomorrows and down the lines. I just want to enjoy this, keep this happy feeling for as long as I can. Just be in the moment and deal with the clean up and real-worldness of it all sometime later. It’ll get heavy. No doubt. But I just want to look at a cup and see it half full for awhile.


On a chocolate high…

Apologies for not having written blogs in couple of days (I may post later if I have time.)

I am in the midst of a chocolate high!!!!! (i have that song on repeat).

I love this feeling!!!! He’s just as sweet as he is fine. And with his deep New York accent I could listen to him talk all daggone day! (Ewwww! <;– you gotta remember how Andre B. squealed about just wanting to lay in a woman's hair to get that.)

oh, and I have GREAT news, but I don't know if I can announce it yet!!

More. Later

Harlem Knight

I found him on a dance floor
Scuffed hardwood
Somewhere in Charlotte
A room of Thirty Something’s
Trying to create their own revolution
Dark lighting
Loud music
Liquor-coated ambiance

I was feeling some kind of way
And hoping it was more Kismet
Than tipsiness

The way he played with words
I yearned to taste them
Or at least the the tongue they rolled off of

This could be dangerous

I’m sure it’s magical
That I conjured him up
“Who are you?” I ask
He never answers
Just chuckles
Surely he is momentary
I recognize his lack of moss
Must make the most of the time he doesn’t believe in
Let days bleed together
So I can pack them with memories

Damn I’m feeling this man!

He inspires me to write….. 🙂