at a point in time
spit out by the machinery of life
down in the struggle that is
every day

i grow weary of figuring people out
and while i address my past reluctance to let people in
there's no one at the gate now
but i persist and leave it open

it's never what i feel that matters
but what i do about it
and what i don't

Dang, I think I'm still recovering from last week. I was so tired all day, I took a nap while sitting in a chair for an arcade game at the Vans Skate Park at the Block. Now it's 11 and I'm going to sleep already. What's going on? Work definitely makes you feel old.

It's been a great weekend. I'm just so worn out I don't have the energy to describe how I'm feeling right now, but there's some fulfillment mixed with exhaustion, and a little confusion, but I never said I knew everything, right?

Wow. Something about this weekend felt right, with my sisters, brother, parents, cousins, aunts and uncles, "aunts" and "uncles," friends, and friends of friends all at our house. I feel blessed. Thank God for family. My family. My extended family. My friends have become a family to me, and my family, well... my family feels more like a family now than any time I can remember. For a few hours, my whole world came together in my house back home.

Thank you all. It's very much appreciated. Peace.