As I sit here in the wee hours of the morning contemplating life with some Chris Rock movie on the Television, Sex and the City (season 1) my computer screen and Soap&Skin reminding me that he will probably never know that I love him and never be capable of loving me-I let out a single tear and everything hit me-. Then I remembered another one of Zachary's truism (wrong word I just know it) and my love for all things parenthetical;) and I cried. Silent, powerful and healing. I cried until I smiled and in the midst of all that noise there was silence, a holy moment of elevation both I and Eye were aligned. While everyone is afraid that I will Fail, I'm afraid that I will succeed, that I might be someone note worthy. *insert Erykah Badu's A.D. 2000* While I try to put thought to keyboard I lose a bit of it's raw edge and appear to be some melodramatic lost soul. Afraid of the woman I am becoming, to look back and know that my very abrasive 'teenage-self' does not like my polished-self. I Seem to be losing all my glitter but gaining a luminescence.
