Morning is here, now.
It’s a dark Thursday morning, the halls are quiet as I sit here thinking about the day.
I rub my temples after spending the morning writing new chapters a series of books I am working on. It feels sweet, something beyond the average humdrum day. It feels funny and cool.
As I lay surrounded by other cells, distant sounds of water running from sinks , shallow keys shimmering as the C\O come to take post here at Centinela State Prison, not far from a Military base here in my home America.
At times, the sounds and sights of fighter jets or helicopters soar above us like the birds I see everyday. I see them, wishing I can just turn into one and just leave as I wish.
The cell is locked.
Dim li illuminates as many thoughts– tears, grief, irritation, and glimpses of happiness dance within me.
Damn.
At times, I get lost in my emotions.
Now on the regular, I think of women to escape from all this stuff, because a woman’s presence gives me something special and makes me want to dance. it’s like a feeling of something good you remember.
I think about, when the time comes, we will be free from here, do what the fuck we want. Wake up in da morning, hook up and do what we fucking want … so when I get that feeling, I can get that sexual feeling and relive my mind … we do what we do.
I don’t have to shield her or her love, help me to get where I want and I help her to get to where she wants.
As my ears are all Hers and Hers mine, because I value a woman’s input, but not just anybody, because I’m not that way.
And I sit here, among the noise, thinking of all the things we can do and every step we can take to do Epic things in the world for ourselves and others.
With that said, this is just an early morning story of how I am feeling.
I like to speak in truth, as words stumble from my mind.
I really am just passionate.