First

He woke to the sound of breath. The sheets draped over him like good thoughts and warm embraces. His eyes took in the feel of the room. They sipped on the honeysuckle light that tentatively dripped in through the large window. Across from him were posters of old movies. Films that changed the world in their own very unique way. Eraserhead. Harold and Maude. La Dolce Vita. A wild chaotic scrapbook of genius that could have overwhelmed almost anything. Except for the soft breathing nearby. The sound of those breaths reverberated throughout his entire being. He rolled over in bed and looked toward the light.

She stood with a blanket wrapped loosely over her slight frame. Strands of hair flowed up and over the ridge of cloth and goose feathers. She bathed in the morning as he slowly got out of bed and walked over to her. She didn't need to turn around. He didn't need to wrap his arms around her. She didn't need to hear him say that he loved her. But they did it anyway. She looked up at him with Egyptian eyes and when she kissed him, the honeysuckle light rejoiced with envy. Then, they both turned to the window and watched as the sun created reflections of people on the windows of the building across the street.

She smelled of green apple and first love. She tasted of peaches and wildfire.

She opened up the blanket and brought him inside. His hands brushed over her contours like prayer. He took hold of the blanket as she curled herself into him. Whispering through his chest, into his core. They didn't want love; They wanted each other. They hadn't lost their virginity; They had found something sacred. Again, she looked up at him with Egyptian eyes.

"We're in trouble, aren't we?" She asked.

"...Yeah." He replied.

Thank GOD

You spend the beginning of a summer wondering if anything interesting is gonna happen. You spend a spring freaking out because it feels like worlds are falling apart. You spend long days and nights wondering what you've learned from all of the events of the past 6 months. Then, you realize that it's all just too big to understand until you've lived it. You look at where you are at this exact moment:

In the living room of an apartment you signed a lease on less than 3 months ago. You're typing on your computer while sitting on the couch that has now become your HQ. The suitcase is lying about 2 feet away full of all your clothes. You're thinking about all the shit you have to move out of here in a very short time. And then you realize that you don't actually own very much of anything. Just your soul. And finally. FINALLY, that means something to you. That actually feels like enough. Everything is a mess, but you've realized that you'll be ok. You always are...even if you're not.

For a while there. I thought the world was just full of crazies. Not surprisingly, I was wrong. There are actually solid people in the world. Many of them are my friends. Damn, you guys are great.

Saw a production of Shaina Taub's The Daughters, on Thursday evening. Great time. I couldn't hear all of the lyrics all of the time, but it was a crazy setup. And, I mean, when you're performing anything just in front of music stands, you never get the whole grasp of a piece. It's just this raw being, ready to be molded. Good stuff.

I think I've found somewhere to live starting in August. Thank GOD. I was beginning to think that I was straight up screwed. But it's on 181st and Fort Washington in Inwood. Or is it still Washington Heights. Doesn't matter. All I know is that I love it up here. Things are looking up. I'm excited. let's get going.

"It was ever in the desert that the truthful have dwelt."
-Thus Spoke Zarathustra