Sky words falling down.
THe fade has hit me now. muse returned.
I told a niggress I was black excellence today.
Lucky me, to be so privileged . Still, it wasn’t that long ago that I called the streets home. Struggle isn’t anything until you’ve been sleeping in a stairwell. Of a looney hospital. Pardon the slur, am crazy myself.
Forgets about about finding Islam once stable shelter is obtained. Forgets friends. Self forgotten.
Keep a log then.