Once upon a time; hold up, give me a second, someone is in the room. It’s a human baby crying. I don’t know what to do. I can feel the baby’s pain, he’s upset about something. The child is teaching me a very hard lesson about life. I then take my shirt off of my back to comfort the child. He stops crying, I smile, I think the little fellow likes me. Let me get you to understand where I am. It’s late, I’ve given some girl a ride home and she lives in some pretty harsh conditions. But with her smile, life isn’t so bad but why does this feel so strange? It’s better when you show love, I guess. I start pondering... this kid could grow up and give me a reason to keep living someday. It’s too bad he’s not mine. This little fellow could be the only friend I have, I guess that’s why babies cry. This is where we get to the end of the story, because I just took my shirt off of my back to care for someone’s child. For some reason this story has to be personal because strangers can end up at the wrong place at the right time. I go down stairs and his mother is gone. She abandoned him, as hard as this situation is, I think his mother knew the whole time what she was doing. This was a setup from the beginning. For a moment I feel sad...I’m in a very awkward situation. I review my own life, my heart skips a beat, I’ve been played. I slowly walk into the room confused and angry. Don’t ask me why but the kid fell straight to sleep in my shirt, I pause for a second, the little guy reminds me of myself. This must be my crossroad, this must be the time when I have to sacrifice, the time when I have to be the good guy in a story so I take him in.
Seeing him attend his graduation 17 years later made it all worth it. It’s been a tough road and I just about have nothing left but this is a good day. I’ll accept it, I have no regrets. Divine law gave me a choice to raise a child and the son came out the next day. Oops, I mean the sun came out the next day. This was the story that saved my life, I felt sad so I started typing away. The story of crying babies. In sorrow and pain they somehow have a way of throwing back a lifeline to someone having to deal with reality. We never know how the story ends we just hope for the best.
Sunday, July 21, 2019
In high school, I worshiped this girl. I used to see her walking home in the evening hours past curfew. She had this look in her eyes, her face was filled with sorrow. One of her friends told me her story, it turns out that there was a reason why that glow in her eyes was no more. Her step father had an eye for young attractive women and at night he would do things to her that would turn her into a different kind of girl. Some say that once a girl loses the purity of not being touched, it changes her perception of life and sadly she becomes a lady of the night, searching for the light at the end of a dark tunnel. Many men end up trying to save her but usually end up caught in her web. The tunnel is dark, it’s better just to let her find her way home. One look of desire could destroy everything.
Thursday, July 11, 2019
It’s 8:08pm and I’m at a crossroad, don’t know which way to turn. I’ve run a mile headed for two. I’ve lost so many people along the way. A voice in my head keeps telling me to call it quits, the world is too big to discover. One mind cannot overcome obstacles that add more weight by the minute. Grandpa, Uncle Jim and Uncle Johnny and so many family members and friends are gone. Heartache after heartache, standing at the food kitchen with a book all alone. “I shall finish this book, I shall finish this book,” I keep reminding myself for motivation. For the many times that I’ve fallen, I somehow get back up with less than what I had before. I’ll take my little camera and tripod that I bought at a thrift store and make a miracle, all I have left is a dream, for reality has failed me.
Monday, July 8, 2019
It was my birthday, the 8th day of July. I waited all day for her to call but she didn’t. I checked my email and got nothing, so I checked the mailbox, woe, wow and oh God, she wrote me a letter instead. Old school love is the best love, what a great birthday, I got a letter in the mail. The Eagle has landed.
Thursday, July 4, 2019
“What happened to all of the people that used to live here Mommy?” little Willow asked in the midst of a night filled with explosions.
Her mother Catherine began to cry while wiping the dirt off of her daughter’s face.
“Man has done something really bad sweetie, really bad,” Catherine replied, trying to keep her daughter safe from all of the chaos.
The idea of peace was the only thing that helped the citizens of district 13 sleep at night. One writer wrote that there was no hope for mankind. There was no good left in his soul and he was cursed by his own will to win. The people of district 13 flocked to their bunkers when they heard of the last order to drop the bomb on them. Children walked through the streets like zombies searching for toys, women screamed as the evil desires of men roamed free. The structured system had collapsed, the next morning as the sun rose over what was left of district 13, little Willow crawled from under the ground only to be consumed by the soot that filled the air. The government had failed its people, no one survived, there’s no joy in war, only sad memories of death and destruction and the victor usually becomes the oppressor.