Crevices of the mind: Friendship

I'll warn you all before you read this..I might get a tad bit mushy and over dramatic. Shit, you might not want to read this if we're not close..You might get jealous haha. *COUGHS* I may or may not be under the influence of something but that is far beyond the point.

I love my niggas. Past & Present.

A best friend is the best thing that you can have next to money, an abundance of "Sunday Bests" & an entertained sex drive. I have to ask though (cliche as the question might be)..When the guala, wardrobe, and sexual appetite are gone..What (rather, WHO) are you going to have?

My ace boon coons and I can reign over Mt. Airy, the mall, the cheesecake factory, the r7, suburban station, the train tracks on the hill, on my roof or wherethefuckever and just appreciate each other's company. The times that I enjoy the most are when we just stand around, sit around or lay around; Saying everything but absolutely nothing at the same time.

In spite of it all (the fights, the lies, the rainy days, and the third parties) I know that there are certain folks that I will always have love for. Love like, "We haven't had a real conversation in months but if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, a dorm room to sneak into, or my last dollar..I have you, undoubtedly." That is LOVE.

My definition of "best friend" is different for every single person (I'm sure that it's a relative term anyway). It'd just be unrealistic to expect identical behaviors & actions from different people. The beauty of having multiple best friends is that I share something original and untainted with each of them.

Telling someone that they can have "MAYBE one or two" best friends is like telling a hopeless romantic that they can only fall in love once. No no no! Do you want a series of suicides on your hands, partner?!?!?! Fuck that.

Friendship is something that you can't put a limit on and because it involves love, you can't just throw it away either. Certain situations might alter a relationship with a friend, but even a series of bad circumstances won't stain one of my friendships

Yadadamean? A bond is something that you don't just kick to the curb. Imagine waking up to a world without someone that you haven't spoken to in months (over something petty). That type of situation would eat at my soul until I was no more. How about you?
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..and fuck it, some of our kodak moments for emphasis.














...Nine broken paragraphs & Ten individuals later, I think I'm done being with being sensitive.

All the same, "My friends, I wish the best for you forever on."

The Crevice of the mind: Beginnings

Just to clear up the confusion, "The Crevices of the Mind" contributor to the bottom left is no longer a contributor. That was Samir & I's joint name while we were the only writers on this blog.

Any who. I don't know what it is about that combination of words that gets me but, it just sounds too beautiful not to be written multiple times. Possibly because it really is (and describes) everyone's innermost thoughts, emotions, grievances, etc..Or perhaps because I find it to be catchy (kind of like cuh, or fuck it). In any case, some time last April I was inspired enough by the words to consecrate a multiple stanza'ed set of rhyming thoughts. After presenting it to my Mom, Sister, and inevitably facebook..It was forgotten about.

Prior to any thought of the poem, I was alone (with the exception of my camera) in a dark hallway in the Senate building shortly after the inauguration. Months after that, a friend and I ventured outside of our Hall to find that the campus was absolutely gorgeous when barely lit and soaked. And tonight after searching Hewleus for a worthy post, I've discovered that when put together, the combination depicts the closest thing (on earth) to my phantasm of that holy place.

Know this though, I said on earth for a reason. If for whatever reason God were to read this, bless me with a spaceship, diving suit, camcorder, and a lobotomy; I would be able to show you my actual mental image.

Until that happens, this will have to do.


Welcome to the Crevices of the Mind

Eighteen with the world ahead of her
stars to the left of her
and the sun shines down on her perpetual dreams.
Purposely she's placed them with forever so she'd never lose sight of what she'd seen.
See she's been chasing forever with a steam.
So lost to find it-
as she rolls up her sleeves
to breathe air from the life intended just for she.
Oh, the moons beams a smile, intended just for she.
So her intentions in life match her aspirations perfectly
and vividly,
intuition screams,
"you'll cross the sky to light up the night like astronomy.
Destined to be seen, seperate from all commodities.
Extend bare palms in exchange for comraderies.
If found comatose they'd dissect you like lobotomies."

So she kept a surgeons hand on her thoughts,
deliberate and cautious with a fear to get lost,
in the crevices of the mind. Beware at all cost,
deeper than depth lies the valley of frost.
Memories of a void in the soul, refusal to be whole-
after she'd let her guard down and took the armor off.
Stripped of all and dignity, she fought-
only to fall and find that she'd lost
hope and life
but her angel lifted her
and that dark tasted light-
as she inhaled an engine's exhaust.
High enough to touch the sun, when the plane shutoff
and the angel left her to fly and kiss the clouds so soft.

So gently she descended past the stars and time that she'd wrought,
touching only the sins that she'd been and the rights that she'd wronged.
Blowing cosmic powder on the lyrics of a song that she'd yet to write.
Still it's melody haunts her mind in the black of the night.
So loneliness has gone.

and now forever calls you,on and on-
in pursuit it seems she's running on and on.
No destination just, on and on.
The wings are off, just on and on-
top of the world where the entrance is drawn-
in green and red
noise is dead and a sight beyond it she's yet to find.
In circles on and on and on and on until she breaks cycle into the crevices of the mind