'Bout a week ago.
It has been one week since THE collision. We are physically f i n e... we all walked away, but we had to lose some things at the scene. Bruises, aches and scrapes quickly fade.
I don't know what happened, and you can keep asking me. I was asleep in the passenger's seat. I heard Farmer Guy exclaim, "Oh, no!"
While the surround s o u n d air-bags inflate the mix-tape stops in the space of complete s i l e n c e.
And then n o t h i n g.
Nothing about my elation that Minister Robert Muhammad retweeted my t w e e t about seeing him at l o v e airport. Nothing about the Minnesota Pho restaurant not having vegetarian offerings. Nothing about un-social media. Nothing about bills. Nothing about bickering. Nothing about f l a g s (loving Bree Newsome, btw). Nothing about posers. Nothing about terrorists. Nothing about politics. Nothing about work. Nothing about who can m a r r y whom. Nothing about the Meyer's amazing Cress and Lunar Chronicles. Nothing about smoke and mirrors.
Nuhting about Nuhting.
Maybe a lot, not all, but a lot of life is exactly that... Much a d o about nothing.
The only thought that I can sort of remember in the v a c u u m...
So, this is it.
Ase! So it was.
Sound f l o w e d once again into too much.
"Is everyone okay? Is everyone okay?" The level headed Sweetness questioned.
While the Manchild sprung into Power Ranger a c t i o n.
M o m e n t s into smoked fumes and jammed doors, we exited.
After the nothing, love b l e w through, above, and around the entire perimeter. #lovewins
#lovewins #iamexcitedformygrandchildren #lovewins #freebree
Oh, and #freemindsfreepeople (#fmfp2015)!