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I don't know where to start, I've been doing that more often since my arrival here, so much literary content in my life nowadays just no particular forceful urge to get me to relay it all in this fashion.

So I'm in Atlanta.

What else is there to say really? I'm in Atlanta. I smoked. I've seen about one mate, my weekend is booked with photoshoots and life is just...really interesting right now.

But I'm sorta afraid that I'll get derailed, I don't want to get derailed. I still find it hard to believe that I'm actually here. I'd wake up at times in complete confusion, expecting to see to sit up look out of the window and bask in the bright sunlight that accompanies a Ghana morning. Or the familiar white ceiling of my bedroom in Saudi Arabia. I'm just a little freaked you know? Tentative, unsure about my steps.

It's Wednesday now. There's an underlying craving to just not do anything, to just walk outside and breath in the now. Fully encompass my present moment and perhaps continue on from there. Every moment is magic, every moment is beauty, I find that in this city that can be very easily forgotten. I'm a people watcher you know? I remain silent, I observe and there has been so much material thus far.

I am inundated to be sure.

I don't really know what to think of anything, and I really don't want to think of anything.

Tomorrow is a new day.

And I continue to give thanks.

Never forget my path.

Just trying to be happy.

I really don't know how to describe this feeling, I'm sort of in a limbo, I think my body and brain is just finding it difficult to cope with the idea of Atlanta right now, everything happened so quickly, I mean I was counting down the days and now there's none left.

It's raining, thundering to be exact. And it scares me. It scared me when I was at the airport waiting for my Uncle but I was to absorbed in my new piece of literature to fully water that seed of fear within my subconscious. A perfect example of how concentration on a greater positive can and will eradicate the creation of a would be negative.

I draw power from my history, I have thousands of fresh ancestors, so much family, so much spiritual force, the day I acknowledged and realized this my aspect on the world was changed completely. But I have been disconnected from that land, so carrying all this energy within me in a foreign place with no real arena to disperse it weighs heavily.

Maybe that's the reason I feel so peculiar.

I need spiritual release. Who's down for some stimulating conversation? Need to push off some of this eternal reflection.