I took a breath as I stepped out into the light. A familiar scent of dust covered asphalt gently baking like a sheet of homemade cookies in an oven brushed by me as I began to exhale. The subtle scent would sit on the tip of my nostrils as I walked to my car that was strategically parked under the eve of a nearby building’s roof. I felt a heaviness in the air as I sifted through the barely noticeable light summer breeze. It was undoubtedly warm outside, and the thermometer I saw, after I finally climbed into my car and turned on the engine, indicated that it was steadily growing warmer. (more…)
I looked around the dance floor at the wildly flailing 20-somethings vibrantly moving and singing to the Katy Perry song that was blaring through the nearby speakers. High heels had already been thrown alongside the venue’s walls where flowers and table decorations had fell during the enthusiastic celebration. Among the faces of young adults spotlighted in yellow lights was a group of people who I had come to know over the course of 10 years. I laughed as we brought back terrible dance moves that no sane person would attempt in public.
“I think I’m bringing back the shopping cart, you guys,” I said raising my hand from the imaginary shopping cart to grab the invisible grocery product. I managed to carefully place the product in the cart.
A friend who was happily twisting her hips in the washing machine motion had screamed. “Ah! Prom!” (more…)
A loud crash of boxes startles me and my heart skips a beat. I notice that the alarming sound has come from the closet that I used while I was in high school. No really one goes into my old room unless I’m visiting my friends and family in Bakersfield, so I’m curious to see what has disturbed my untouched room.
I walk over to the door and slowly slide the rolling door of my closet open and peek inside. As suspected two boxes has crashed onto the floor. However, they are not just any boxes. These worn shoes boxes that have been decorated with brightly colored paper and wrapping were my memory boxes filled to the brim with small knick-knacks and trinkets that represented moments that have passed long ago. (more…)
I can’t stay present in one reality.
Zoning out and tuning in;
Shifting thoughts and gazing off
Into distant memories that populate my day dreams
And take up huge amounts of space in my mind.
The drifting moments take me off
Into other worlds and different realities
Where the warping of stars and beautiful
Swirling planetary systems change
And are not the familiar parts
Of the universe that I usually see.
At times I fall deep into a nightmare
And worrying thoughts from conscious life
Plague the spaces usually reserved for better things.
Images, words, sounds, saying, and phrases
Float in and come out of my mind, and sometimes,
They make their way onto paper.
I love it when Kid Cudi collaborates with some of my favorite artists. It’s like peanut butter and jelly. #memories Lol