A flower pot dangles above me as I watch the night pass away,

Sweetly… Even with the noise from the street. Reminds me of summer evenings back home in Chicago.

Sometimes I miss her but I’m okay where I am. I’d probably be in a gang by now had I stayed, or in jail.

A few doors down, an American flag posted on a wall. I am suddenly swung back into current events but I take myself to a brighter space in time. I pledge… Lol, somewhere in elementary school with hand on my heart. That’s weird.

I’m sitting with my roommate, watching Faceoff, smoking cigarettes and writing to you. Its the first time I’ve lived with a woman that I haven’t had a romantic relationship. Its nice but I do have to check myself because she is an ultra sweetheart. Or maybe it’s her mothering, I don’t know. Its nice to hang out, whereas I’m used to sitting alone… Its a nice change.

I don’t really have anything to say right now. Thought exercise my vocabulary in poetry but I think I’m just gonna ramble for a bit.

The night is calm, the work day done and I should probably go to bed soon and remember to eat breakfast before I head out tomorrow.

No, too much thinking… Good night world.

I hope you’re okay out there.