Smoking with strangers.

Music really does change the sound of almost everything, Nujabes (R.I.P.) sounds so much more phenomenal in the company of Mary Jane.

I don't know where my phone is, and that's a wonderful feeling, one day someone will be important enough in this country for me to want to keep my phone close, or maybe that person will come but my feeling's about that form of communication will never change, perhaps he might even mirror my emotions.

I'm doing that a lot lately, foreshadowing a future love, shows how romantic I am in the end, how my optimism runs true for myself. I'm a brilliant judgement of character, I can spot a fake a mile away so my hopes for myself run high simply because I can see all the duds. I trust in my ability to recognize the worthy.

But at the same time all this doesn't explain why I'll even come across one.

To be anymore than what I am would be a lie.

That's a Tom Scott lyric. I saw this beautiful scene tonight, a dark passage into the forrest, a single golden light illuminating the road and one tree beside the darkness of the path, it caused the leaves to looks like flecks of gold, brightened by the contrasting light. The shadow play was beautiful, and I found myself mesmerized just in it's simple presence. I immediately began to coin together this very paragraph to adequately describe and remember the gift of it's beauty.

So many scenes came to my mind as my eyes lay on this magical scenery. Romance? Death? A lost traveler only at home within the forest? And I realized that my life really is my work, every moment is valued over it's literary prowess, every moment is analyzed, every human dissected,

I must understand all in order to relay all.

Tis my life.

We smoked with strangers today, well I smoked with strangers, young boys, some irresponsible in that cliched American way, other's boring in their downright simplicity, only one worth attention, and of course he was first generation American, his mother was Ghanaian. We rarely lose a child to the decadence that is American culture when raising our future here. Home is always Ghana. Ghana is home, no matter how far away you are, our culture prevails.

I feel like I should have my phone nearby, a boy could be trying to contact me, a boy I could possibly like, which would be a miracle in it self. Not the boy contacting me, me liking the boy. But then again, if I really felt secure in this I wouldn't have to write it out in a such a way? But what is there to not feel secure about exactly?

I psycho analyze myself too much, it's beginning to become a bit of a headache.

Awareness of self remains, control yourself, control the world.

My mind spins to the words of this song, promises of the future kiss me gently on the lips, whispering sweet nothings to my aura, making that light shine ever so bright. The future tastes so sweet.

The anticipation glistens.