Collisions.
Life is a reoccuring series of collisions.
They vary in size, shape, impact.
They are as unavoidable as the oxygen that permeates our beings.
Some are pleasurable.
Soft collisions, of hearts or minds. Bodies even.
There are purposeful collisions.
The exactness of a football tackle, or a bodycheck in hockey.
There are painful collisions.
Hard collisions, jarring every iota of your being with it's abruptness.
I was not prepared.
My whole life, I have been braced against the various collisions.
I have expected them.
Welcomed them occaisonally.
This was not forseen, or welcomed.
I can taste the panic.
I can almost see the end, if I focus hard enough.
I can hear it all.
I know the sequence of events without having to be there.
We've lost control of the wheel.
The Wheel.
That bastard of chance.
The spinning, revolving, rotating wheel of luck has turned away from us.
How could it?
How COULD it?
It was mere days ago we drove to see you.
Support you.
Memorial service for the man you loved.
(We all loved)
You hugged me, and told me it meant a lot to see me there.
Promised me the strawberry daquiris he used to make.
(That I loved)
And now you are gone.
Taking the secret of the perfect daquiri with you.
All the lights have been turned down.
My only comfort in this maze of collisions
Is that you are reunited
And we shall be too
Eventually
~this is family business, and this is for the family that can't be with us, and this is for my cousin locked down i know the answers in us, thats why i spit it in my songs so sweet like a photo of your granny's picture, now that your gone, it hit us, super hard on thanksgivin' and christmas, this can't be right, yo you heard the track i did, man this can't be life, somebody please say grace so i can save face and have a reason to cover my face, i even made you a plate, soul food, you know how granny do it...~
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Jess,I was reading the Blog for the Sens and saw your input.LISTEN to the voice of experience,K? I can see right into your soul by your words,for I have lived them.I know where you are,for I am there now too, only older.Gifts are taken as rage in the young for they are not yet channeled.They are taken by family members the wrong way.Judged and condemned for lack of knowing what they entail.They don't understand for they don't have the gifts to see for themselves.They are bitter and envious at the same time.They wish they had what we do and are mad that they don't.Quite often your world will come under fire.It won't be till your gifts are harnessed that the jealous will really be able to see the extent of why they were.Hang tough,be smart,use your gifts as your outlet not your demise.Jess I know you even though we've never met.If you ever were to meet me,you would know me, just as I already know you.How do I know? Like you,I just do.Your creativity is to me,like a window,with someone on the other side looking back through.john.
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