"because trumpets & 808s are making love in my head."but for now, the first step is staying true to my puzzle piece.
i guess that's what i wanted to say when he told me i was, 'different from other girls'.
but i didn't. i suppose there was a fine line between sultry and insane.
and that's when it hit me:
i did a disservice to myself by suppressing my "odd".
when norah jones asked for the cool to be removed, i'm pretty sure she simultaneously asked that we layered in our odd.
-because it's chilly out there.
and the world's cruel cold is not for the faint of character.
for every suppressed word, a dream is swept under heavy rugs made of velvet and shame.
for every suppressed move, a kiss chokes and dies in fields of tall sunflowers ... unable to be heard.
for every suppressed desire, a soulmate loses the limbs capable of love.
and if i denied who i was, i would rid myself of
a guy who will sing erykah & cook with me.someone to teach me how to blow hookah O's, whistle, and cartwheel ...a man who's amused by my imagination .a beach buddy.a guy who's GROUNDED.someone made of moral fiber & compassionate cloth.a humor chemist, boiling & brewing contractions in my tummy that birth laughter.a guy who doesn't squirm when i pray over my food ...someone who teaches me.a healer.an artist. -whatever that means.a protector.a makemepauseandthink-er ?a seaman-willing to dive into the deepest corners of my soul & drown if it meant reaching understanding.a man that lives in between the eyelashes of God - so close that he'd cultivate my spirit in growth.