Asylum: Afro-American Poetry for the mind.

*The Way the Universe Works

Life started the same way it does for everyone.

Everyone working for an ultimate goal and failing along the way.

We realize that time can be more than just the space that we tend to consume,

it's the encounters that we make with strangers...

Who ultimately become our friends and even our lovers.

It's strange to understand anything at this point.

Life literally moves in a strange path, strangers turn into your very best friends

and

your very best friends into your lovers...

All I'm trying to say is that the universe works in different ways,

some in which we don't easily comprehend.

That's exactly my life,

looking into the future and realizing that before long the other part of my life

will begin

to settle in. Some

times it's better than I can ever image other times its hard to comprehend the

tumbling,

ever so slowly,

painstakingly tearing myself apart feeling.

Sometimes I want to hold my mothers hand and ask why

I was put through this mess

and then I remember that sometimes

I was chosen for this.

And if I die I'd never meet Him

So I hold on real close to the things that make me

ME!

It's just strange the way things work

how a promise can change into an eternity

a ring pop turns into popping champagne.

That's beside the point though.

The Universe likes to have their way with things,

making it hard to understand what will happen the next day

and the day after that...

Like why am I so happy today

and so down tomorrow.

or why does he say he loves me 

but doesn't send a text back

...

I have no clue to why the world works in 

the shape of an orb

What I do know is that

no matter the shit

Life

is 

only 

confusing

if

and only if

you

make

it.